When I step into this library, I cannot understand why I ever step out of it.

Thicken your religion a little. It is evaporating altogether by being subtilized.

When I step into this library, I cannot understand why I ever step out of it.

It is sometimes best to slip over thoughts and not go to the bottom of them.

We like so much to talk of ourselves that we are never weary of those private interviews with a lover during the course of whole years, and for the same reason the devout like to spend much time with their confessor; it is the pleasure of talking of themselves, even though it be to talk ill.

Death makes us all equal.

. . . long journeys are strange things: if we were always to continue in the same mind we are in at the end of a journey, we should never stir from the place we were then in . . .