Heavy Hearts, Like Heavy Clouds In The

We Call A Child's Mind 'small' Simply By Habit; Perhaps It Is Larger Than Ours Is, For It Can Take In Almost Anything Without Effort.

One Of The Penalties Of Being A Human Being Is Other Human Beings.

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.

I Wish There Could Be An International Peace Conference Of Booksellers, For (you Will Smile At This) My Own Conviction Is That The Future Happiness Of The World Depends In No Small Measure On Them And On The Librarians.

A Critic Is A Gong At A Railroad Crossing Clanging Loudly And Vainly As The Train Goes By.