Occasionally the very youngness of the young moved him to charity--they had no sense of the swiftness of life, nor of its limits. The years would pass like weeks, and loves would pass too, or else grow sour.

The older the violin, the sweeter the music.

I never met a soul in this world as normal as me.

I'm sure partial to the evening,' Augustus said. 'The evening and the morning. If we just didn't have to have the rest of the dern day I'd be a lot happier.

I don't see how being married could be any worse than listening to you talk for twenty years, but that still ain't much of a recommendation for it.

A bookman’s love of books is a love of books, not merely of the information in them.

Americans' lack of passion for history is well known. History may not quite be bunk, as Henry Ford suggested, but there's no denying that, as a people, we sustain a passionate concentration on the present and the future.