A bookstore is one of the only pieces of evidence we have that people are still thinking.

A bookstore is one of the only pieces of evidence we have that people are still thinking.

I like nonsense -- it wakes up the brain cells. Fantasy is a necessary ingredient in living. It's a way read more

I like nonsense -- it wakes up the brain cells. Fantasy is a necessary ingredient in living. It's a way of looking at life through the wrong end of a telescope...and that enables you to laugh at all of life's realities.

A loving person lives in a loving world. A hostile person lives in a hostile world. Everyone you meet is read more

A loving person lives in a loving world. A hostile person lives in a hostile world. Everyone you meet is your mirror.

You can close your eyes to reality, but not to memories.

You can close your eyes to reality, but not to memories.

Show me a man who cannot bother to do little things and I'll show you a man who cannot be read more

Show me a man who cannot bother to do little things and I'll show you a man who cannot be trusted to do big things.

Virtue is not the absense of vices or the avoidance of moral dangers; virtue is a vivid and separate ting, read more

Virtue is not the absense of vices or the avoidance of moral dangers; virtue is a vivid and separate ting, like pain or a particular smell. - Tremendous Trifles.

We would often be sorry if our wishes were gratified.

We would often be sorry if our wishes were gratified.

I don't want anything I don't deserve, [but] if they offer me more money, I'm not stupid.

I don't want anything I don't deserve, [but] if they offer me more money, I'm not stupid.

The man who will follow precedent, but never create one, is merely an obvious example of the routineer. You find read more

The man who will follow precedent, but never create one, is merely an obvious example of the routineer. You find him desperately numerous in the civil service, in the official bureaus. To him government is something given as unconditionally, as absolutely as ocean or hill. He goes on winding the tape that he finds. His imagination has rarely extricated itself from under the administrative machine to gain any sense of what a human, temporary contraption the whole affair is. What he thinks is the heavens above him is nothing but the roof.