Genius is intuition on fire.

We are more inclined to regret our virtues than our vices; but only the very honest will admit this.

Genius is initiative on fire.

The possession of a great many things, even the best of things, tends to blind one to the real value of anything.

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."

The time to read is any time: no apparatus, no appointment of time and place, is necessary.