This is peculiarly an age in which each of us may, if he do but search diligently, find the literature suited to his mental powers.

There is no surer foundation for a beautiful friendship than a mutual taste in literature.

I pressed down the mental accelerator. The old lemon throbbed fiercely. I got an idea.

He had just about enough intelligence to open his mouth when he wanted to eat, but certainly no more.

I couldn't live a week without a private library - indeed, I'd part with all my furniture and squat and sleep on the floor before I'd let go of the 1500 or so books I possess.

There is nothing an author today has to guard himself more carefully against than the Saga Habit. The least slackening of vigilance and the thing has gripped him.