The everlasting lure of round-the-corner, how fascinating it is.

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

They go in [to the library] not because they need any certain volume but because they feel that there may be some book that needs them.

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.

Any man worth his salt has by the time he is forty-five accumulated a crown of thorns, and the problem is to learn to wear it over one ear.

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

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.