God made man merely to hear some praise of what he'd done on those Five Days.

Friendships do not grow up in any carefully tended and contemplated fashion.... They begin haphazard.

The world has been printing books for 450 years, and yet gunpowder still has a wider circulation. Never mind! Printer's ink is the greater explosive: it will win.

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.

There is indeed a heaven on this earth, a heaven which we inhabit when we read a good book.

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.

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