Any room in our house at any time in the day was there to read in or to be read to.

Thanking people is dangerous business. A name always slips your mind.

I pity from the bottom of my heart any individual who is so unfortunate as to get into the habit of holding race prejudice.

The great human law that in the end recognizes and rewards merit is everlasting and universal.

We all should rise$$$ above the clouds of ignorance$$$ narrowness$$$ and selfishness.

But then such a book as this is not meant to amuse.

I know of only one composer who measures up to Beethoven$$$ and that is Bruckner.

Never look at the trombones$$$ it only encourages them.

He did not think of himself as a writer for the simple reason that the world had never allowed him to think of himself in this way.

Say what you will about the sweet miracle of unquestioning faith$$$ I consider a capacity for it terrifying and absolutely vile.