All Cities Are Mad: But The Madness

Animal Crackers, And Cocoa To Drink That Is The Finest Of Suppers, I Think When I'm Grown Up And Can Have What I Please, I Think I Shall Always Insist Upon These.

Religion Is An Attempt, A Noble Attempt, To Suggest In Human Terms More-than-human Realities.

All Cities Are Mad: But The Madness Is Gallant. All Cities Are Beautiful: But The Beauty Is Grim.

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 Bicycle, The Bicycle Surely, Should Always Be The Vehicle Of Novelists And Poets.