Religion Is An Attempt, A Noble Attempt,

If You Have To Keep Reminding Yourself Of A Thing, Perhaps It Isn't So.

There Is Indeed A Heaven On This Earth, A Heaven Which We Inhabit When We Read A Good Book.

Blessed Is The Satirist; And Blessed The Ironist; Blessed The Witty Scoffer, And Blessed The Sentimentalist; For Each, Having Seen One Spoke Of The Wheel, Thinks To Have Seen All, And Is Content.

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.

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!