A yellow fog swirls past the window-pane As night descends upon the fabled street: A lonely hansom splashes through the rain, And ghostly gas lamps f…

- Vincent Starrett

When we are collecting books, we are collecting happiness.

- Vincent Starrett

Every new search is a voyage to the Indies, a quest for buried treasure, a journey to the end of the rainbow; and whether or not at the end there sha…

- Vincent Starrett

Only those things the heart believes are true.

- Vincent Starrett

The day before yesterday has always been a day of glamor, of gilt and glory. The present is sordid and prosaic. Time colors history as it does a meer…

- Vincent Starrett

But there can be no grave for Sherlock Holmes and Doctor Watson...Shall they not always live in Baker Street? Are they not there this moment, as one …

- Vincent Starrett