April Prepares Her Green Traffic Light And

Be Prepared For Truth At All Hours And In The Most Fantastic Disguises. This Is The Only Safety.

Blessed Is The Satirist; And Blessed The Ironist; Blessed The Witty Scoffer, And Blessed The Sentimentalist; For Each, Having Seen One Spoke Of The Wheel, Thinks To Have Seen All, And Is Content.

There Is An Innate Decorum In Man, And It Is Not Fair To Thrust Truth Upon People When They Don't Expect It. Only The Very Generous Are Ready For Truth Impromptu.

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.

Between Ourselves, There Is No Such Thing, Abstractly, As A 'good' Book. A Book Is 'good' Only When It Meets Some Human Hunger Or Refutes Some Human Error.