If the soul cannot find its jacket. it is condemned to an eternity of wandering--naked and alone

Anyone who doubts that caffeine is a drug should read some of the prose composed under its influence.

Reading aloud means no skipping, no skimming, no cutting to the chase.

It has long been my belief that everyone's library contains an Odd Shelf. On this shelf rests a small, mysterious completely unrelated to the rest of the library, yet which, upon closer inspection, reveals a good deal about its owner.

I can imagine few worse fates than walking around for the rest of one's life wearing a typo.

If the soul cannot find its jacket. it is condemned to an eternity of wandering--naked and alone

Some friends of theirs had rented their house for several months to an interior decorator. When they returned, they discovered that their entire library had been reorganized by color and size. Shortly thereafter, the decorator met with a fatal automobile accident. I confess that when this story was told, everyone around the dinner table concurred that justice had been served.