To forgive freely, is what we owe to our enemy; to forget not, is what we owe to ourselves.
I wear the key of memory, and can open every door in the house of my life.
It is little men know of women; their smiles and their tears alike are seldom what they seem.
The first step is what I like to be sure of ... to the second step it often binds you.
... if fiction does not show us a better life than reality, what is the good of it?
... trouble of all kinds is voluble, and has plenty of words, but happiness was never written down.