“If you're reluctant to weep, you won't live a full and complete life.”

“There must be something in books, something we can’t imagine, to make a woman stay in a burning house; there must be something there. You don’t stay for nothing.”

“The best scientist is open to experience and begins with romance - the idea that anything is possible.”

“Everybody has forgotten that Russia helped start the Second World War.”

“No use going to class unless you go to the library.”

“Write till your ink be dry, and with your tearsMoist it again, and frame some feeling lineThat may discover such integrity.”

“It has come to be practically a sort of rule in literature that a man, having once shown himself capable of original writing, is entitled thenceforth to steal from the writings of others at discretion.”

“My book should smell of pines and resound with the hum of insects.”

“Nor age so eat up my invention.”

“Ideas are the very coinage of your brain.”

“Where art thou, Muse, that thou forget'st so long / To speak of that which gives thee all thy might?”

“What a fool honesty is.”

“Honest plain words best pierce the ear of grief.”

“To be honest, as this world goes, is to be one man picked out of ten thousand.”

“Were it my cue to fight, I should have known itWithout a prompter.”

“If your mind dislike anything obey it”

“Go to you bosom: Knock there, and ask your heart what it doth know.”

“Faster than spring-time showers comes thought on thought.”

“Love's heralds should be thoughts,Which ten times faster glide than the sun's beamsDriving back shadows over low'ring hills.Therefore do nimble-pinioned doves draw Love,And therefore hath the wind-swift Cupid wings.”

“Power and speed be hands and feet.”

“A man in all the world's new fashion planted, That hath a mint of phrases in his brain.”

“A man's style is his mind's voice. Wooden minds, wooden voices.”

“The short words are best, and the old words, when short, are the best of all.”

“Things are often spoke and seldom meant.”

“"Fair, kind, and true" is all my argument,"Fair, kind, and true" varying to other words;And in this change is my invention spent,Three themes in one, which wondrous scope affords.”

“Who has a book of all that monarchs do, He's more secure to keep it shut than shown; For vice repeated is like the wand'ring wind, Blows dust in others' eye, to spread itself; And yet the end of all is bought thus dear, The breath is gone, and the sore eyes see clear To stop the air would hurt them.”