Christopher Morley

April prepares her green traffic light and the world thinks go.

Christopher Morley

Beauty is ever to the lonely mind a shadow fleeting; she is never plain. She is a visitor who leaves behind the gift of grief, the souvenir of pain.

Christopher Morley

Being in a hurry seems so fiercely important when you yourself are the hurrier and so comically ludicrous when it is someone else.

Christopher Morley

Between ourselves, there is no such thing, abstractly, as a ‘good’ book. A book is ‘good’ only when it meets some human hunger or refutes some human error.

Christopher Morley

Beware of the conversationalist who adds ‘in other words.’ He is merely starting afresh.

Christopher Morley

Blessed is the satirist; and blessed the ironist; blessed the witty scoffer, and blessed the sentimentalist; for each, having seen one spoke of the wheel, thinks to have seen all, and is content.

Christopher Morley

Each of us, desperately clutching his identity amid the impalatable onward pour of Time and Thought, finds only in art-and chiefly in written art- means to halt that ceaseless, cruel drift.

Christopher Morley

Happiness is surely the best teacher of good manners: only the unhappy are churlish in deportment.

Christopher Morley

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

Christopher Morley

How womanly it is to ask the unanswerable at the moment impossible.

Christopher Morley