He types his labored column — weary drudge! Senile fudge and solemn: spare, editor, to condemn these dry leaves of his autumn. – Robertson Davies
What we call luck is the inner man externalized. We make things happen to us. – Robertson Davies
The world is full of people whose notion of a satisfactory future is, in fact, a return to the idealised past. – Robertson Davies
The great book for you is the book that has the most to say to you at the moment when you are reading. I do not mean the book that is most instructive, but the book that feeds your spirit. And that depends on your age, your experience, your psychological and spiritual need. – Robertson Davies