The mortality of all inanimate things is terrible to me, but that of books most of all.

He who sleeps in continual noise is wakened by silence.

Preach the blessings of our deeply incorporated civilization by the mouths of our eight-inch guns.

A man never sees all that his mother has been to him until it's too late to let her know that he sees it.

The book which you read from a sense of duty, or because for any reason you must, does not commonly make friends with you.

I wonder why we hate the past so.

A friend knows how to allow for mere quantity in your talk, and only replies to the quality.