Sublime

She was allowed to deprive small men of their lives, she was not allowed to deprive great men of their property–or rather of other people’s property.

"This is no savage country, my friend. But no men? Boys, it behooves us to go forward most politely."

the best writers, I think, don’t forget. They carry that childlike lunacy with them forever, its joy and its danger, and Hitchhiker’s is packed with that unique energy,

Emily Dickinson said it about the printed word, but it could as easily apply to the other arts as well: There is no frigate like a book To take us lands away, Nor any coursers like a page Of prancing poetry. This traverse may the poorest take Without oppress of toll; How frugal is the chariot That bears a human soul!

some small plump brownish person of firm but quiet carriage, who looks about her, but does not suppose that anybody is looking at her. If she has a broad face and square brow, well-marked eyebrows and curly dark hair, a certain expression of amusement in her glance which her mouth keeps the secret of, and for the rest features entirely insignifican

Happy are those