There is creative reading as well as creative writing.
A man's library is a sort of harem.
Everything intercepts us from ourselves.
But to most of us society shows not its face and eye, but its side and back. To stand in true relations with men in a false age isworth a fit of insanity, is it not?
In the presence of nature, a wild delight runs through the man, in spite of real sorrows.
The secret of fortune is joy in our hands. Welcome evermore to gods and men is the self-helping man. For him all doors are flung wide. Him all tongues greet, all honors crown, all eyes follow with desire. Our love goes out to him and embraces him because he did not need it.