In books lies the soul fo the whole past time.

Goethe's devil is a cultivated personage and acquainted with the modern sciences; sneers at witchcraft and the black art even while employing them, and doubts most things, nay, half disbelieves even his own existence.

The past is all holy to us; the dead are all holy; even they that were wicked when alive.

For every one hundred men who can stand adversity there is only one who can withstand prosperity.

He that will not work according to his faculty, let him perish according to his necessity: there is no law juster than that.

Tobacco smoke is the one element in which, by our European manners, men can sit silent together without embarrassment, and where no man is bound to speak one word more than he has actually and veritably got to say. Nay, rather every man is admonished and enjoined by the laws of honor, and even of personal ease, to stop short of that point; and at all events to hold his peace and take to his pipe again the instant he has spoken his meaning, if he chance to have any.

The mathematics of high achievement