Christopher Morley

High heels were invented by a woman who had been kissed on the forehead.

The courage of the poet is to keep ajar the door that leads into madness.

Read, every day, something no one else is reading. Think, every day, something no one else is thinking. Do, every day, something no one else would be silly enough to do. It is bad for the mind to be always part of unanimity.

Books are the immortality of the race, the father and mother of most that is worth while cherishing in our hearts. To spread good books about, to sow them on fertile minds, to propagate understanding and a carefulness of life and beauty, isn't that high enough mission for a man?

Night, I have discovered, has a faintly bitter taste, caused by its large ingredient of Un-attained Possibility.

Poetry is like an unexpected noise in the night: the creak of a door, a footstep on the porch, the soft scuffle of a moth against the screen, which rouses every sense to an instant alert. So comes poetry to the drowsy mind, which startles a moment, wonders, and returns to sleep.

A good book ought to have something simple about it. And, like Eve, it ought to come from somewhere near the third rib: there ought to be a heart beating in it. A story that's all forehead doesn't amount to much.

No man is lonely while eating spaghetti:it requires so much attention.

In every man's heart there is a secret nerve that answers to the vibrations of beauty.