In the midst of vice we are in virtue, and vice versa.

Is life worth living? This is a question for an embryo not for a man.

The sinews of art and literature, like those of war, are money.

My main wish is to get my books into other people's rooms, and to keep other people's books out of mine.

We are not won by arguments that we can analyse but by tone and temper, by the manner which is the man himself.

The advantage of doing one's praising for oneself is that one can lay it on so thick and exactly in the right places.

God cannot alter the past, though historians can.