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

My theology, briefly, is that the universe was dictated but not signed.

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.

Heavy hearts, like heavy clouds in the sky, are best relieved by the letting of a little water.

The unluckiest insolvent in the world is the man whose expenditure of speech is too great for his income of ideas.

From now until the end of time no one else will ever see life with my eyes, and I mean to make the best of my chance.

Beware of the conversationalist who adds "in other words." He is merely starting afresh.