The courage of the poet is to keep ajar the door that leads into madness. — Christopher Morley Copy Share Image
The bicycle, the bicycle surely, should always be the vehicle of novelists and poets. — Christopher Morley Copy Share Image
Poetry comes with anger, hunger and dismay; it does not often visit groups of citizens sitting down to be literary together, and… — Christopher Morley Copy Share Image
The world, in its sheer exuberance of kindness, will try to bury the poet with warm and lovely human trivialities. It will… — Christopher Morley Copy Share Image
The greatest poem ever known Is one all poets have outgrown: The poetry, innate, untold, Of being only four years old. — 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
