Even now; with a thousand little voyages notched in my belt. I still feel a memorial chill on casting off.

When snow accumulates week after week, month after month, it works curious miracles.

Books are good company, in sad times and happy times, for books are people-- people who have managed to stay alive by hiding between the covers of a book.

A library is a good place to go when you feel bewildered or undecided, for there in a book, you may have your question answered

A man who publishes his letters becomes a nudist - nothing shields him from the world's gaze except his bare skin. A writer, writing away, can always fix things up to make himself more presentable, but a man who has written a letter is stuck with it for all time.

Only a person who is congenially self-centered has the effrontery and the stamina to write essays

All we need is a meteorologist who has once been soaked to the skin without ill effect. No one can write knowingly of the weather who walks bent over on wet days.