Those who seek happiness miss it, and those who discuss it, lack it.

History proves there is no better advertisement for a book than to condemn it for obscenity.

Man is a dog's idea of what God should be.

The newest books are those that never grow old.

Book-love, I say again, lasts throughout life, it never flags or fails, but, like Beauty itself, is a joy forever.

A large, still book is a piece of quietness, succulent and nourishing in a noisy world, which I approach and imbibe with "a sort of greedy enjoyment," as Marcel Proust said of those rooms of his old home whose air was "saturated with the bouquet of silence."

Fear of corrupting the mind of the younger generation is the loftiest form of cowardice.