There was so much handwriting on the wall that even the wall fell down |
Truth is the strong compost in which beauty may sometimes germinate |
We call a child's mind "small" simply by habit; perhaps it is larger than ours is, for it can take in almost anything without effort |
We've had bad luck with children; they've all grown up |
When you give someone a book, you don’t give him just paper, ink, and glue. You give him the possibility of a whole new life. |
When you sell a man a book, you don't sell him 12 ounces of paper and ink and glue - you sell him a whole new life. |
Why do they put the Gideon bibles only in the bedrooms, where it's usually too late? |
Words are a commodity in which there is never any slump. |