Any Man Worth His Salt Has By

Printer's Ink Has Been Running A Race Against Gunpowder These Many, Many Years. Ink Is Handicapped, In A Way, Because You Can Blow Up A Man With Gunpowder In Half A Second, While It May Take Twenty Years To Blow Him Up With A Book. But The Gunpowder Destroys Itself Along With Its Victim, While A Book Can Keep On Exploding For Centuries.

The Everlasting Lure Of Round-the-corner, How Fascinating It Is.

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.

Man Makes A Great Fuss About This Planet Which Is Only A Ballbearing In The Hub Of The Universe.

Between Ourselves, There Is No Such Thing, Abstractly, As A 'good' Book. A Book Is 'good' Only When It Meets Some Human Hunger Or Refutes Some Human Error.