I Had A Million Questions To Ask

April Prepares Her Green Traffic Light And The World Thinks Go.

The Bicycle, The Bicycle Surely, Should Always Be The Vehicle Of Novelists And Poets.

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.

Fifty Percent Of The World Are Women, Yet They Always Seem A Novelty.

The Unluckiest Insolvent In The World Is The Man Whose Expenditure Of Speech Is Too Great For His Income Of Ideas.