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

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

When you sell a man a book, you don't sell him 12 ounces of paper and ink and glue - you sell him a whole new life.

All cities are mad: but the madness is gallant. All cities are beautiful: but the beauty is grim.

People like to imagine that because all our mechanical equipment moves so much faster, that we are thinking faster, too.

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.

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.