Now that the symptoms of genius have been thoroughly advertised, one sees a great deal more of the symptoms.
Some men, like Balzac’s Goriot, are made of money, and when it ends so do they.
What is not indexed may as well not exist.
Small men flee from a generalization like small animals from a sudden noise — it might not mean danger, but why take a chance?
Print overawes the illiterate just as machinery overawes the savage.
Nothing so distresses the disciple as the master changing his mind.
Spouses never quite forgive each other their existence before they met.
Many privileges are granted on the implied condition that they will not be exercised.
The stupid delude themselves that anything is possible; the clever, that whatever they cannot do cannot be done.
The author who displays his library is like the suspect who leads police to the scene of the crime.