He was fond of books, for they are cool and sure friends
Years place at last a venerable crown upon a head.
All who suffer are full of hatred; all who live drag a remorse: the dead alone have broken their chains.
No one ever keeps a secret so well as a child.
Every man is a book in which God himself writes.
The last resort of kings, the cannonball. The last resort of the people, the paving stone.