Stupidity often saves a man from going mad.

As we grow older we think more and more of old persons and of old things and places. As to old persons, it seems as if we never know how much they have to tell until we are old ourselves and they have been gone twenty or thirty years. Once in a while we come upon some survivor of his or her generation that we have overlooked, and feel as if we had recovered one of the lost books of Livy or fished up the golden candlestick from the ooze of the Tiber.

The sound of a kiss is not so loud as that of a cannon, but its echo lasts a great deal longer.

You may have genius. The contrary is, of course, probable.

What a blessed thing it is, that Nature, when she invented, manufactured, and patented her authors, contrived to make critics out of the chips that were left!

Every library should try to be complete on something, if it were only the history of pinheads.

[Science is] piecemeal revelation.