What's a book? Everything or nothing. The eye that sees it all.

Every man passes his life in the search after friendship.

I suppose every old scholar has had the experience of reading something in a book which was significant to him, but which he could never find again. Sure he is that he read it there, but no one else ever read it, nor can he find it again, though he buy the book and ransack every page.

The etymologist finds the deadest word to have been once a brilliant picture.

Adopt the pace of nature: her secret is patience.

A little fact is worth a whole limbo of dreams.

Passion, though a bad regulator, is a powerful spring.