Generosity during life is a very different thing from generosity in the hour of death; one proceeds from genuine liberality and benevolence, the other from pride or fear.

False conclusions which have been reasoned out are infinitely worse than blind impulse.

Give me a house furnished with books rather than furniture! Both, if you can, but books at any rate!

Lost, yesterday, somewhere between sunrise and sunset, two golden hours, each set with sixty diamond minutes. No reward is offered for they are gone forever.

If there is anything for which I would go back to childhood, and live this weary life over again, it is for the burning, exalting, transporting thrill and ecstasy with which the young faculties hold their earliest communion with knowledge.

Knowledge is but an instrument, which the profligate and the flagitious may use as well as the brave and the just.

Deeds survive the doers.