For souls in growth, great quarrels are great emancipations.

Fine writers should split hairs together, and sit side by side, like friendly apes, to pick the fleas from each others fur.

If we shake hands with icy fingers, it is because we have burnt them so horribly before.

All my life, as down an abyss without a bottom. I have been pouring van loads of information into that vacancy of oblivion I call my mind.

This nice and subtle happiness of reading, this joy not chilled by age, this polite and unpunished vice, this selfish, serene life-long intoxication.

You cannot be both fashionable and first-rate

All mirrors are magical mirrors, and we never see our faces in them.