Books act like a developing fluid on film. That is, they bring into consciousness what you didn’t know you knew.

One newspaper a day ought to be enough for anyone who still prefers to retain a little mental balance.

We prefer to think that the absence of inverted commas guarantees the originality of a thought, whereas it may be merely that the utterer has forgotten its source.

Mr. Faulkner, of course, is interested in making your mind rather than your flesh creep.

When you reread a classic, you do not see more in the book than you did before; you see more in you than there was before.

A bottle of wine begs to be shared; I have never met a miserly wine lover. The social emotions it generates are equidistant from the philatelist's solitary gloating and the football fan's gregarious hysteria.

The man who attracts luck carries with him the magnet of preparation.