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My Theology, Briefly, Is That The Universe Was Dictated But Not Signed.

God Made Man Merely To Hear Some Praise Of What He'd Done On Those Five Days.

There Is An Innate Decorum In Man, And It Is Not Fair To Thrust Truth Upon People When They Don't Expect It. Only The Very Generous Are Ready For Truth Impromptu.

Living In A Bookshop Is Like Living In A Warehouse Of Explosives. Those Shelves Are Ranked With The Most Furious Combustibles In The World--the Brains Of Men.

Truth And Beauty (perhaps Keats Was Wrong In Identifying Them: Perhaps They Have The Relation Of Wit And Humour, Or Rain And Rainbow) Are Of Interest Only To Hungry People. There Are Several Kinds Of Hunger. If Socrates, Spinoza, And Santayana Had Had Free Access To A Midnight Icebox We Would Never Have Heard Of Them. Shall I Be Ashamed Of My Little Mewing Truths?... I Ask To Be Forgiven: They Are Such Tiny Ones.