Submission to what people call their 'lot' is simply ignoble. If your lot makes you cry and be wretched, get rid of it and take another.

What a blessing it is to love books.

What a blessing it is to love books. Everybody must love something, and I know of no objects of love that give such substantial and unfailing returns as books and a garden.

Well, I for one am unable to imagine how anybody who lives with an intelligent and devoted dog can every be lonely.

There's no safety in love. You risk the whole of life. But the great thing is to risk -to believe, and to risk everything for your belief.

Love isn't decent. Love is glorious and shameless.

And the summer seems as though it would dream on for ever.

I would recommend to those persons who are inclined to stagnate, whose blood is beginning to thicken sluggishly in their veins, to try keeping four dogs, two of which are puppies.

Home is the best place when life begins to wobble.

The longer I live the greater is my respect for manure in all its forms.

... Why, it would really be being unselfish to go away and be happy for a little, because we would come back so much nicer.

Audacity augments courage hesitation fear.

One thing I can say about George... he may not be able to keep a job, but he's not boring.

I am very, very, very concerned about the United States getting drawn into an endless war, year after year after year.

Is mankind alone in the universe? Or are there somewhere other intelligent beings looking up into their night sky from very different worlds and asking the same kind of question?

The man of noble mind seeks to achieve the good in others and not their evil. The little-minded man is the reverse of this.

The combative instinct is a savage prompting by which one man's good is found in another's evil.

Reservation should be under 'Bartlett.' Right, that's two T's. Yes. 'Bart-let-et.'

May poetry and God's name have mercy on us!

If you are the boss it's wise to remember that there are lots of things you don't know and lots of people who hope you won't find out.

And then what?" said her daemon sleepily. "Build what?" "The Republic of Heaven," said Lyra.