What can I tell you, except the stupid little I know?

Babies who have not yet been taught to speak any language are the only race of the earth, the race of man: all the rest is pretence, what we call civilization, hatred, fear, desire for strength.

Lionel whispered because he was under the impression that it was out of respect for books, not consideration for readers.

What a people talk about means something. What they don't talk about means something.

We get very little wisdom from success, you know.

You must not be unkind, especially when it happens that you're right.

What can a man do to move along in some kind of grace through his days and years?