Long ago I fell back on books as the only permanent consolers. They are the one stainless and unimpeachable achievement of the human race. It saddens me to think that I shall have to die with thousands of books unread that would have given me noble and unblemished happiness.
The world has been printing books for 450 years, and yet gunpowder still has a wider circulation. Never mind! Printer's ink is the greater explosive: it will win.
I wish there could be an international peace conference of booksellers, for (you will smile at this) my own conviction is that the future happiness of the world depends in no small measure on them and on the librarians.
Living in a bookshop is like living in a warehouse of explosives. Those shelves are ranked with the most furious combustibles in the world--the brains of men.
That's why I call this place the Haunted Bookshop. Haunted by the ghosts of the books I haven't read. Poor uneasy spirits, they walk and walk around me. There's only one way to lay the ghost of a book, and that is to read it.
It's a good thing to turn your mind upside down now and then, like an hour-glass, to let the particles run the other way.
Humor is perhaps a sense of intellectual perspective: an awareness that some things are really important, others not; and that the two kinds are most oddly jumbled in everyday affairs.
Cherish all your happy moments: they make a fine cushion for old age.
No one appreciates the very special genius of your conversation as the dog does.
The bicycle, the bicycle surely, should always be the vehicle of novelists and poets.
Life is a foreign language; all men mispronounce it
There is indeed a heaven on this earth, a heaven which we inhabit when we read a good book.
The courage of the poet is to keep ajar the door that leads into madness.
The real purpose of books is to trap the mind into doing its own thinking.
That's what this country needs- more books!
High heels were invented by a woman who had been kissed on the forehead.
No man is lonely while eating spaghetti: it requires so much attention.
If we discovered that we had only five minutes left to say all that we wanted to say, every telephone booth would be occupied by people calling other people to stammer that they loved them.
When you sell a man a book you don't sell just twelve ounces of paper and ink and glue - you sell him a whole new life. Love and friendship and humour and ships at sea by night - there's all heaven and earth in a book, a real book.
There is only one rule for being a good talker- learn to listen.
Only the sinner has the right to preach.
We call a child's mind 'small' simply by habit; perhaps it is larger than ours is, for it can take in almost anything without effort.
April prepares her green traffic light and the world thinks Go.
If we discovered that we only had five minutes left to say all that we wanted to say, every telephone booth would be occupied by people calling other people to stammer that they loved them.
All cities are mad: but the madness is gallant. All cities are beautiful: but the beauty is grim.
The trouble with wedlock is that there's not enough wed and too much lock.
My theology, briefly, is that the universe was dictated but not signed.
Lots of times you have to pretend to join a parade in which you're not really interested in order to get where you're going.
Act like you expect to get into the end zone.
If you have to keep reminding yourself of a thing, perhaps it isn't so.
Heavy hearts, like heavy clouds in the sky, are best relieved by the letting of a little water.
Read, every day, something no one else is reading. Think, every day, something no one else is thinking.
There are three ingredients in the good life: learning, earning and yearning.
The censure of a dog is something no man can stand.
There is only one success- to be able to spend your life in your own way.
A mind too proud to unbend over the small ridiculosa of life is as painful as a library with no trash in it.
Blessed is the satirist; and blessed the ironist; blessed the witty scoffer, and blessed the sentimentalist; for each, having seen one spoke of the wheel, thinks to have seen all, and is content.
There are a lot of people who must have the table laid in the usual fashion or they will not enjoy the dinner.
Blessed is he who has never been tempted; for he knows not the frailty of his rectitude.
America is still a government of the naive, for the naive, and by the naive. He who does not know this, nor relish it, has no inkling of the nature of his country.