Cultivate simplicity or rather should I say banish elaborateness, for simplicity springs spontaneous from the heart.

There is more reason to say grace before beginning a book than there is to say it before beginning to dine.

I love to lose myself in other men's minds.

Not many sounds in life, and I include all urban and all rural sounds, exceed in interest a knock at the door.

She unbent her mind afterwards - over a book.

Asparagus inspires gentle thoughts.

I could never hate anyone I knew.

The greatest pleasure I know is to do a good action by stealth, and to have it found out by accident.

We grow gray in our spirit long before we grow gray in our hair.

I have had playmates, I have had companions; In my days of childhood, in my joyful school days - All, all are gone, the old familiar faces.

To be sick is to enjoy monarchical prerogatives.

Tis the privilege of friendship to talk nonsense, and to have her nonsense respected.

I'd like to grow very old as slowly as possible.

What is reading, but silent conversation.

Some people have a knack of putting upon you gifts of no real value, to engage you to substantial gratitude. We thank them for nothing.

Think what you would have been now, if instead of being fed with tales and old wives' fables in childhood, you had been crammed with geography and natural history!

He is no lawyer who cannot take two sides.

I love to lose myself in other men's minds. When I am not walking, I am reading.

Shakespeare is one of the last books one should like to give up, perhaps the one just before the Dying Service in a large Prayer book.

Boys are capital fellows in their own way, among their mates; but they are unwholesome companions for grown people.

New Year's Day is every man's birthday.

I always arrive late at the office, but I make up for it by leaving early.

I mean your borrowers of books - those mutilators of collections, spoilers of the symmetry of shelves, and creators of odd volumes.

Lawyers I suppose were children once.

A pun is not bound by the laws which limit nicer wit. It is a pistol let off at the ear; not a feather to tickle the intellect.

Cards are war, in disguise of a sport.

Time partially reconciles us to anything.

A laugh is worth a hundred groans in any market.

The measure of choosing well, is, whether a man likes and finds good in what he has chosen.

The man must have a rare recipe for melancholy, who can be dull in Fleet Street.

The beggar wears all colors fearing none.

Pain is life - the sharper, the more evidence of life.

Anything awful makes me laugh. I misbehaved once at a funeral.

Of all sound of all bells... most solemn and touching is the peal which rings out the Old Year.

The human species, according to the best theory I can form of it, is composed of two distinct races, the men who borrow and the men who lend.

Rather was it not a series of seven uneasy days, spent in restless pursuit of pleasure, and a wearisome anxiety to find out how to make the most of them? Where was the quiet, where the promised rest?

Riches are chiefly good because they give us time.

The teller of a mirthful tale has latitude allowed him. We are content with less than absolute truth.

Nothing puzzles me more than the time and space; and yet nothing troubles me less.

How sickness enlarges the dimension of a man's self to himself!

Here cometh April again, and as far as I can see the world hath more fools in it than ever.

Man is a gaming animal. He must always be trying to get the better in something or other.

We gain nothing by being with such as ourselves. We encourage one another in mediocrity. I am always longing to be with men more excellent than myself.

A book reads the better which is our own, and has been so long known to us, that we know the topography of its blots, and dog's ears, and can trace the dirt in it to having read it at tea with buttered muffins.

I love to lose myself in other men's minds. When I am not walking, I am reading, I cannot sit and think. Books think for me.

The red-letter days, now become, to all intents and purposes, dead-letter days.

Friend of my bosom, thou more than a brother, Why wert thou not born in my father's dwelling?

The young man till thirty, never feels practically that he is mortal. He knows it indeed, and, if need were, he could preach a homily on the fragility of life; but he brings it not home to himself, any more than in a hot June we can appropriate to our imagination the freezing days of December.

Don't introduce me to that man! I want to go on hating him, and I can't hate a man whom I know.