In every man's heart there is a secret nerve that answers to the vibrations of beauty.
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.
Life is a foreign language; all men mispronounce it.
God made man merely to hear some praise of what he'd done on those Five Days.
The everlasting lure of round-the-corner, how fascinating it is.
Blessed is the satirist; and blessed the ironist; blessed the witty scoffer, and blessed the sentimentalist; for each, having seen one spoke of the wheel, thinks to have seen all, and is content.