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."

Never put off till tomorrow the book you can read today.

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

When in doubt, risk it

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

Happiness is a form of courage.

Originality is only variation.