There are good books which are only for adults.
There are no good books which are only for children.

A professor is one who talks in someone else's sleep

Thoughts on his own death, like the distant roll of thunder at a picnic.

Mad Ireland hurt you into poetry.

We are not commanded (or forbidden) to love our mates, our children, our friends, our country because such affections come naturally to us and are good in themselves, although we may corrupt them. We are commanded to love our neighbor because our ''natural'' attitude toward the ''other'' is one of either indifference or hostility.

Some books are undeservedly forgotten; none are undeservedly remembered.