The first duty of a lecturer: to hand you after an hour's discourse a nugget of pure truth to wrap up between the pages of your notebooks, and keep on the mantelpiece forever.

For once the disease of reading has laid upon the system it weakens so that it falls an easy prey to that other scourge which dwells in the ink pot and festers in the quill. The wretch takes to writing.

A thousand things to be written had I time: had I power. A very little writing uses up my capacity for writing.

Thoughts without words… Can that be?

As an experience, madness is terrific ... and in its lava I still find most of the things I write about.

Sometimes I think heaven must be one continuous unexhausted reading.

Once she knows how to read there's only one thing you can teach her to believe in and that is herself.