April prepares her green traffic light and the world thinks Go.
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There is no mistaking a real book when one meets it. It is like falling in love, and like that colossal adventure it is an experience of great social import. Even as the tranced swain, the booklover yearns to tell others of his bliss. He writes letters about it, adds it to the postscript of all manner of communications, intrudes it into telephone messages, and insists on his friends writing down the title of the find. Like the simple-hearted betrothed, once certain of his conquest,
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Read, every day, something no one else is reading. Think, every day, something no one else is thinking. Do, every day, something no one else would be silly enough to do. It is bad for the mind to continually be part of unanimity.
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Beauty is ever to the lonely mind a shadow fleeting; she is never plain. She is a visitor who leaves behind the gift of grief, the souvenir of pain
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Humor is perhaps a sense of intellectual perspective: an awareness that some things are really important, others not; and that the two kinds are most oddly jumbled in everyday affairs
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Read, every day, something no one else is reading. Think, every day, something no one else is thinking. Do, every day, something no one else would be silly enough to do. It is bad for the mind to be always part of unanimity.
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Humor is perhaps a sense of intellectual perspective: an awareness that some things are really important, others not; and that the two kinds are most oddly jumbled in everyday affairs.
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When you sell a man a book, you don't sell him 12 ounces of paper and ink and glue - you sell him a whole new life.
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There is no mistaking a real book when one meets it. It is like falling in love.
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Cherish all your happy moments: they make a fine cushion for old age.
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A critic is a gong at a railroad crossing clanging loudly and vainly as the train goes by.
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Any man worth his salt has by the time he is forty-five accumulated a crown of thorns, and the problem is to learn to wear it over one ear.
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In every man's heart there is a secret nerve that answers to the vibration of beauty.
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Nature, in her most dazzling aspects or stupendous parts, is but the background and theater of the tragedy of man.
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My theology, briefly, is that the universe was dictated, but not signed.
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Literature, the most seductive, the most deceiving, the most dangerous of professions.
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There is only one success-to be able to spend your life in your own way.
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My theology, briefly, is that the universe was dictated but not signed.
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There are three ingredients to the good life; learning, earning, and yearning.
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We've had bad luck with our kids - they've all grown up
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My theology, briefly, is that the universe was dictated but not signed
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A man who has never made a woman angry is a failure in life.
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There are three ingredients in the good life: learning, earning, and yearning.
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Heavy hearts, like heavy clouds in the sky, are best relieved by the letting of a little water
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Life is a foreign language; all men mispronounce it.
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This [video footage from the movie Babe] is the way Americans want to think of pigs. Real-life 'Babes' see no sun in their limited lives, with no hay to lie on, no mud to roll in. The sows live in tiny cages, so narrow they can’t even turn around. They live over metal grates, and their waste is pushed through slats beneath them and flushed into huge pits.
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There is no squabbling so violent as that between people who accepted an idea yesterday and those who will accept the same idea tomorrow.
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Cherish all your happy moments they make a fine cushion for old age.
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Humor is perhaps a sense of intellectual perspective an awareness that some things are really important, others not and that the two kinds are most oddly jumbled in everyday affairs.
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Life is a foreign language all men mispronounce it.
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