Come what come may, Time and the hour runs through the roughest day.
Now would I give a thousand furlongs of sea for an acre of barren ground.
What seest thou else In the dark backward and abysm of time?
I would fain die a dry death.
I do begin to have bloody thoughts.
Never lend books – nobody ever returns them; the only books I have in my library are those which people have lent me.
When books are burned in the end people will be burned too.
Any man with a moderate income can afford to buy more books than he can read in a lifetime.