To literature belongs the mighty privilege of embalming, for all ages, the departed kings of intellect. There they repose within the eternal pyramids of their fame. – Robert Aris Willmott, “Glimpses of the Pageant of Literature,” c.1844
The test of real literature is that it will bear repetition. We read over the same pages again and again, and always with fresh delight. – Samual McChord Crothers
When once the itch of literature comes over a man, nothing can cure it but the scratching of a pen. But if you have not a pen, I suppose you must scratch any way you can. – Samuel Lover, Handy Andy, 1842
I could not tell you the date of my mothers death. I could not tell you the date of my dads death. These are not dates that I find significant. – O. J. Simpson