Me And My Books In The Same

He Had The Vanity To Believe Men Did Not Like Him – While Men Simply Did Not Know Him.

What Better Occupation, Really, Than To Spend The Evening At The Fireside With A Book, With The Wind Beating On The Windows And The Lamp Burning Bright...haven't You Ever Happened To Come Across In A Book Some Vague Notion That You've Had, Some Obscure Idea That Returns From Afar And That Seems To Express Completely Your Most Subtle Feelings?

Everything Depends On The Value We Give To Things. We Are The Ones Who Make Morality And Virtue. The Cannibal Who Eats His Neighbor Is As Innocent As The Child Who Sucks His Barley-sugar.

The Author, In His Work, Must Be Like God In The Universe, Present Everywhere And Visible Nowhere.

Doubt … Is An Illness That Comes From Knowledge And Leads To Madness.