Let me think... I wonder if an anvil will drop like an apple?

I do not know what I seem to the world, but to myself I appear to have been like a boy playing upon the seashore and diverting myself and then finding a smoother pebble or prettier shell than ordinary, while the great ocean of truth lay before me all undiscovered.

Having reached 451 books as of now doesn't help the situation. If I were to be dying now, I would be murmuring, "Too bad! Only four hundred fifty-one." (Those would be my next-to-last words. The last ones will be: "I love you, Janet.") [They were. -Janet.]

So the heart be right, it is no matter which way the head lieth.

I am still in the land of the dying; I shall be in the land of the living soon. (his last words)

If I have made any valuable discoveries, it has been owing more to patient attention than to any other talent.