The greatest poem ever known Is one all poets have outgrown: The poetry, innate, untold, Of being only four years old.
That’s what this country needs – more books!
All students can learn.
The everlasting lure of round-the-corner, how fascinating it is.
Words are a commodity in which there is never any slump.
People like to imagine that because all our mechanical equipment moves so much faster, that we are thinking faster, too.
The misfortunes hardest to bear are these which never came.
Only the sinner has the right to preach.
New York, the nation’s thyroid gland.
It is unfair to blame man too fiercely for being pugnacious; he learned the habit from Nature.
There is an innate decorum in man, and it is not fair to thrust Truth upon people when they don’t expect it. Only the very generous are ready for Truth impromptu.
It will be a shock to men when they realize that thoughts that were fast enough for today are not fast enough for tomorrow. But thinking tomorrow’s thoughts today is one kind of future life.
Truth is the ricochet of a prejudice bouncing off a fact.
The little Plumpuppets are fairies of beds; They have nothing to do but watch sleepyheads; They turn down the sheets and they tuck you in tight, And dance on your pillow to wish you good night!
God made man merely to hear some praise of what he’d done on those Five Days.
The enemies of the future are always the very nicest people.
Living in a bookshop is like living in a warehouse of explosives. Those shelves are ranked with the most furious combustibles in the world – the brains of men.
It’s a good thing to turn your mind upside down now and then, like an hour-glass, to let the particles run the other way.
Mr. Gilbert had the earnest mania for self-improvement which has blighted the lives of so many young men.
The unluckiest insolvent in the world is the man whose expenditure of speech is too great for his income of ideas.