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.

What is the virtue and service of a book? Only to help me live less gingerly and shabbily.

There are certain people whom one feels almost inclined to urge to hurry up and die so that their letters can be published.

The world, in its sheer exuberance of kindness, will try to bury the poet with warm and lovely human trivialities. It will even ask him to autograph books.

Religion is an attempt, a noble attempt, to suggest in human terms more-than-human realities.

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

There is no mistaking a real book when one meets it. It is like falling in love, and like that colossal adventure it is an experience of great social import. Even as the tranced swain, the booklover yearns to tell others of his bliss. He writes letters about it, adds it to the postscript of all manner of communications, intrudes it into telephone messages, and insists on his friends writing down the title of the find. Like the simple-hearted betrothed, once certain of his conquest