Books can warm the heart with friendly words and counsel, entering into a close relationship with us which is articulate and alive

Death is a sleep that ends our dreaming. Oh, that we may be allowed to wake before death wakes us.

Great errors seldom originate but with men of great minds.

For style beyond the genius never dares.

I had got this far, and was thinking of what to say next, and as my habit is, I was pricking the paper idly with my pen. And I thought how, between one dip of the pen and the next, time goes on, and I hurry, drive myself, and speed toward death. We are always dying. I while I write, you while you read, and others while they listen or stop their ears, they are all dying.

While life is in your body, you have the rein of all thoughts in your hands.

I saw the tracks of angels in the earth: the beauty of heaven walking by itself on the world.