The man who never in his life Has washed the dishes with his wife Or polished up the silver plate - He still is largely celibate.

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.

When you sell a man a book, you don't sell him 12 ounces of paper and ink and glue - you sell him a whole new life.

Happiness is surely the best teacher of good manners: only the unhappy are churlish in deportment.

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.

Only the sinner has the right to preach.

The bicycle, the bicycle surely, should always be the vehicle of novelists and poets.