What we know of other people's only our memory of the moments during which we knew them.

Immature poets imitate; mature poets steal.

Now that the lilacs are in bloom She has a bowl of lilacs in her room

Never commit yourself to a cheese without having first examined it.

History has many cunning passages, contrived corridors and issues.

We know too much, and are convinced of too little. Our literature is a substitute for religion, and so is our religion.

I read, much of the night, and go south in the winter.