The great revolution of the future will be Nature's revolt against man.

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

Why did Nature create man? Was it to show that she is big enough to make mistakes, or was it pure ignorance?

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

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

Books worth reading are worth re-reading.

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."