It is unfair to blame man too fiercely for being pugnacious; he learned the habit from Nature.

A critic is a gong at a railroad crossing clanging loudly and vainly as the train goes by.

April prepares her green traffic light and the world thinks Go.

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.

Beware of the conversationalist who adds "in other words." He is merely starting afresh.

We visit bookshops not so often to buy any one special book, but rather to rediscover, in the happier and more expressive words of others, our own encumbered soul.

My prayer is that what we have gone through [World War One] will startle the world into some new realization of the sanctity of life, animal as well as human.