To read in bed is to draw around us invisible, noiseless curtains. Then at last we are in a room of our own and are ready to burrow back, back to that private life of the imagination we all led as a child and to whose secret satisfactions so many of us have mislaid the key.

Wine is poetry in a bottle.

A cheese may disappoint. It may be dull, it may be naive, it may be oversophisticated. Yet it remains cheese, milk's leap toward immortality.

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

If you want to feel at home, stay home.

The adjective is the banana peel of the parts of speech.

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