Truth is tough. It will not break, like a bubble, at a touch; nay, you may kick it about all day like a football, and it will be round and full at evening.

There is no friend like an old friend who has shared our morning days, no greeting like his welcome, no homage like his praise.

Civilization is the process of reducing the infinite to the finite.

What refuge is there for the victim who is oppressed with the feeling that there are a thousand new books he ought to read, while life is only long enough for him to attempt to read a hundred?

Our brains are seventy-year clocks. The Angel of Life winds them up once for all, then closes the case, and gives the key into the hand of the Angel of the Resurrection.

Leverage is everything-don't begin to pry until you've got the long arm on your side.

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