Books are the liberated spirits of men.

Gold in its native state is but dull, unornamental stuff, and only lowborn metals excite the admiration of the ignorant with an ostentatious glitter. However, like the rest of the world, I still go on underrating men of gold and glorifying men of mica.

If your only tool is a hammer, everything starts to look like a nail.

It's awful undermining to the intellect, German is; you want to take it in small doses, or first you know your brains all run together, and you feel them flapping around in your head same as so much drawn butter.

The more you explain it, the more I don't understand it.

That is just the way with some people. They get down on a thing when they don’t know nothing about it.

One learns peoples through the heart, not the eyes or the intellect.