Books fall open, you fall in, delighted where you've never been.

A pedestrian is a man in danger of his life. A walker is a man in possession of his soul.

The high-ceilinged rooms, the little balconies, alcoves, nooks and angles all suggest sanctuary, escape, creature comfort. The reader, the scholar, the browser, the borrower is king.

Metaphorically these essays move as a quiet but observant coast-guard cutter among the rocks and islands up and down the littoral of our life.

A handful of sand is an anthology of the universe.

The decent docent doesn't doze; He teaches standing on his toes. His students dassn't doze and does, And that's what teaching is and was.

Your life will be rich for others only as it is rich for you.

Books fall open, you fall in.

The cricket's gone, we only hear machines In erg and atom they exact their pay. And life is largely lived on silver screens.

Life is a garment we continuously alter, but which never seems to fit.

But man must light for man The fires no other can, And find in his own eye Where the strange crossroads lie.

Religion without philosophy is sentiment, or sometimes fanaticism, while philosophy without religion is mental speculation.

My dear, the duty that devolved wholly on you in my absence of guiding and expanding the minds of our dear children is a laborious one and a responsible one.

Believe nothing, not even yourself.

I would love to play the villain, but again, it sort of what happens in this industry.

Gleason became like a mentor of mine. I had Gleason helping me on television, Godfrey on radio.

A person can run for years but sooner or later he has to take a stand in the place which, for better or worse, he calls home, and do what he can to change things there.

Feel all you can, let your heart speak and guide you. Don't be afraid of the love deep inside you.

Internal and external nature, mind and matter, are in time and space, and are bound by the law of causation.

Some people are passionate about aisles, others about window seats.

My own brain is to me the most unaccountable of machinery - always buzzing, humming, soaring roaring diving, and then buried in mud. And why? What's this passion for?