“The dirtiest book of all is the expurgated book.”

Every hour of every day is an unspeakably perfect miracle.

Some people are so much sunshine to the square inch.

Whoever degrades another degrades me, And whatever is done or said returns at last to me.

In the confusion we stay with each other, happy to be together, speaking without uttering a single word.

I hate commas in the wrong places.

I swear to you, there are divine things more beautiful than words can tell.

The real war will never get in the books.

The ecstasy is so short but the forgetting is so long.

Give me odorous at sunrise a garden of beautiful flowers where I can walk undisturbed.

I accept reality and dare not question it.

I exist as I am, that is enough.

Only themselves understand themselves and the like of themselves, As souls only understand souls.

To have great poets, there must be great audiences.

I see great things in baseball. It’s our game – the American game.

God is a mean-spirited, pugnacious bully bent on revenge against His children for failing to live up to his impossible standards.

Nothing endures but personal qualities.

A room without books is like a body without a soul.

Times are bad. Children no longer obey their parents, and everyone is writing a book.

My heart woke me crying last night how can I help I begged my heart said-write the book.

The reading of all good books is like a conversation with the finest minds of past centuries.

There was something very comfortable in having plenty of stationery.

There are books of which the backs and covers are by far the best parts.

A book is a dream that you hold in your hands.

What I say is, a town isn’t a town without a bookstore. It may call itself a town, but unless it’s got a bookstore, it knows it’s not foolin’ a soul.