Every new search is a voyage to the Indies, a quest for buried treasure, a journey to the end of the rainbow; and whether or not at the end there shall be turned up a pot of gold or merely… — Vincent Starrett Copy Share Image
“Here dwell together still two men of note Who never lived and so can never die: How very near they seem, yet how remote… — Vincent Starrett Copy Share Image
“It is possible that the most misunderstood man upon earth is the collector of books…” — Vincent Starrett Copy Share Image
“Man wants what he cannot have, or what is difficult to procure, or what he must wade through the blood of other men to… — Vincent Starrett Copy Share Image
The day before yesterday has always been a day of glamor, of gilt and glory. The present is sordid and prosaic. Time colors history… — Vincent Starrett Copy Share Image
But there can be no grave for Sherlock Holmes and Doctor Watson...Shall they not always live in Baker Street? Are they not there this… — Vincent Starrett Copy Share Image
Every new search is a voyage to the Indies, a quest for buried treasure, a journey to the end of the rainbow; and whether… — Vincent Starrett Copy Share Image
“For one thing, a first edition certainly is the edition nearest the heart of an author, the edition upon which his hopes were laid… — Vincent Starrett Copy Share Image
The day before yesterday always has been a glamour day. The present is sordid and prosaic. Time colors history as it does a meerschaum… — Vincent Starrett Copy Share Image
A yellow fog swirls past the window-pane As night descends upon the fabled street: A lonely hansom splashes through the rain, And ghostly gas… — Vincent Starrett Copy Share Image
