“The real war will never get in the books.”

I discover myself on the verge of a usual mistake.

I celebrate myself, and sing myself, And what I assume you shall assume, For every atom belonging to me as good belongs to you.

I no doubt deserved my enemies, but I don’t believe I deserved my friends.

The great city is that which has the greatest man or woman: if it be a few ragged huts, it is still the greatest city in the whole world.

You want to know a sure way to lose money? Buy what’s popular and don’t know what you are investing in.

Let your soul stand cool and composed before a million universes.

Logic and sermons never convince, The damp of the night drives deeper into my soul.

Simplicity is the glory of expression.

The dirtiest book of all is the expurgated book.

Either define the moment or the moment will define you.

Either define the moment or the moment will define you.

Henceforth I ask not good fortune. I myself am good fortune.

The future is no more uncertain than the present.

Happiness, not in another place but this place, not for another hour, but this hour.

All beauty comes from beautiful blood and a beautiful brain.

What is that you express in your eyes? It seems to me more than all the print I have read in my life.

Politics is not a bad profession. If you succeed there are many rewards, if you disgrace yourself you can always write a book.

If my books can help children become readers then I feel I have accomplished something important.

I always take time to read, and try to read at least one book per week!

The books transported her into new worlds and introduced her to amazing people who lived exciting lives.

He never went out without a book under his arm, and he often came back with two.

It has always been a happy thought to me that the creek runs on all night, new every minute, whether I wish it or know it or care, as a closed book on a shelf continues to whisper to itself its own inexhaustible tale.

How many a man has dated a new era in his life from the reading of a book.

Books swept me away, this way and that, one after the other; I made endless vows according to their lights for I believed them.