Innumerable are the illusions and legerdemain-tricks of custom: but of all of these, perhaps the cleverest is her knack of persuading us that the miraculous, by simple repetition, ceases to be miraculous.

May blessings be upon the head of Cadmus, the Phoenicians, or whoever it was that invented books.

In books lies the soul fo the whole past time.

I want to meet my God awake.

Not one false man but doth uncountable evil.

History is a great dust heap.

When new turns of behavior cease to appear in the life of the individual, its behavior ceases to be intelligent.