Beware of the conversationalist who adds “in other words.” He is merely starting afresh. — Christopher Morley
A critic is a gong at a railroad crossing clanging loudly and vainly as the train goes by. — Christopher Morley
In every man’s heart there is a secret nerve that answers to the vibrations of beauty. — Christopher Morley
What is the virtue and service of a book? Only to help me live less gingerly and shabbily. — Christopher Morley
The bicycle, the bicycle surely, should always be the vehicle of novelists and poets. — Christopher Morley
Blessed is he who has never been tempted; for he knows not the frailty of his rectitude. — Christopher Morley