What we love intensely or for a long time we are likely to bring within the citadel, and to assert as part of oneself.

It is children only who enjoy the present; their elders either live on the memory of the past or the hope of the future.

Living is a sickness to which sleep provides relief every sixteen hours. It's a palliative. The remedy is death.

In the library of the world men have hitherto been ranged according to the form, and the binding; the time is coming when they will take rank and order according to their contents and intrinsic merits.

The most wasted day of all is that on which we have not laughed.

At the sight of what goes on in the world, the most misanthropic of men must end by being amused, and Heraclitus must die laughing.

Most of those who make collections of verse or epigram are like men eating cherries or oysters: they choose out the best at first, and end by eating all.