“When you sell a man a book you don’t sell him just twelve ounces of paper and ink and glue—you sell him… — Christopher Morley Copy Share Image
“Night, I have discovered, has a faintly bitter taste, caused by its large ingredient of Un-attained Possibility.” — Christopher Morley Copy Share Image
The little Plumpuppets are fairies of beds; They have nothing to do but watch sleepyheads; They turn down the sheets and they… — Christopher Morley Copy Share Image
Beware of the conversationalist who adds "in other words." He is merely starting afresh. — Christopher Morley Copy Share Image
Between ourselves, there is no such thing, abstractly, as a 'good' book. A book is 'good' only when it meets some human hunger or… — Christopher Morley Copy Share Image
All cities are mad: but the madness is gallant. All cities are beautiful: but the beauty is grim. — Christopher Morley Copy Share Image
People like to imagine that because all our mechanical equipment moves so much faster, that we are thinking faster, too. — Christopher Morley Copy Share Image
“There are three ingredients in the good life: learning, earning, and yearning. A man should be learning as he goes; and he should be… — Christopher Morley Copy Share Image
A critic is a gong at a railroad crossing clanging loudly and vainly as the train goes by. — Christopher Morley Copy Share Image
Friendships do not grow up in any carefully tended and contemplated fashion.... They begin haphazard. — Christopher Morley Copy Share Image
The real purpose of books is to trap the mind into doing its own thinking. — Christopher Morley Copy Share Image
If we discovered that we had only five minutes left to say all that we wanted to say, every telephone booth would be occupied… — Christopher Morley Copy Share Image
High heels were invented by a woman who had been kissed on the forehead. — Christopher Morley Copy Share Image
