Where ideas compete freely, the prettiest win.
Cows chew cud, people read newspapers.
In hell you are forced to reread continuously all the books you loved when you were twenty.
The more hands your opinions have passed through, the more likely you are to regard them as your own.
We call past ages unhappy with no better warrant than supposing that we would have been unhappy in them.
Youth is lost like money — gradually, then suddenly.
Our collective delusion that we can fix most problems is another problem we can’t fix.
In 1870 Henry Adams wrote that everything was respectable, and nothing amusing. Today everything is amusing, and nothing respectable.
Everyone who used to read is now too busy writing.
Fools do not suffer fools gladly.