Truth is what every man sees lurking at the bottom of his own soul, like the oyster shell housewives put in the kitchen kettle to collect the lime from the water. By and by each man's iridescent oyster shell of Truth becomes coated with the lime of prejudice and hearsay.

That's what this country needs -- more books!

Perhaps this is an age when men think bravely of the human spirit; for surely they have a strange lust to lay it bare.

Life is a foreign language; all men mispronounce it.

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.

How womanly it is to ask the unanswerable at the moment impossible.

When Abraham Lincoln was murdered The one thing that interested Matthew Arnold Was that the assassin shouted in Latin As he lept on the stage This convinced Matthew There was still hope for America.