My Theology, Briefly, Is That The Universe

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

We've Had Bad Luck With Our Kids - They've All Grown Up.

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.

Truth Is What Every Man Sees Lurking At The Bottom Of His Own Soul, Like The Oyster Shell Housewives Put In The Kitchen Kettle To Collect The Lime From The Water. By And By Each Man's Iridescent Oyster Shell Of Truth Becomes Coated With The Lime Of Prejudice And Hearsay.

Life Is A Foreign Language; All Men Mispronounce It.