A bibliomaniac is one to whom books are like bottles of whiskey to the inebriate, to whom anything that is between covers has an intoxicating savor.

[A distressing event] came like a door banging on to a silent room.

I almost think there is no wisdom comparable to that of exchanging what is called the realities of life for dreams

The happiest people I have known in this world have been the Saints-and, after these, the men and women who get immediate and conscious enjoyment from little things.

All paraphrases and expletives are so much in disuse that soon the only way of making love will be to say, "Lie down.

Happiness comes, I know, from some spring within a man — from some curious adjustment to life.

In all science, error precedes the truth, and it is better it should go first than last.