The Greatest Poem Ever Known Is One

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.

The Real Purpose Of Books Is To Trap The Mind Into Doing Its Own Thinking.

Read, Every Day, Something No One Else Is Reading. Think, Every Day, Something No One Else Is Thinking.

Words Are A Commodity In Which There Is Never Any Slump.

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