You sell a man a book, you don’t sell him just 12 ounces of paper and ink and glue - you sell him a whole new life. - Christopher Morley

By and bye he wrote two letters. One was to a bookseller in the city, asking him to send (at once) one copy of Dr. Holt's book on the Care and Feeding of Children, and a well-illustrated edition of Mother Goose. The other was to Mr. Poodle, asking him to fix a date for the christening of Mr. Gissing's three small nephews, who had come to live with him.

Sometimes I thought Truth had vanished from the earth,” he cried bitterly. “Like everything else, it was rationed by the governments. I taught myself to disbelieve half of what I read in the papers.

I think any man would be a traitor to humanity who didn’t pledge every effort of his waking life to an attempt to make war impossible in future.