Love of privacy - perhaps because of the increasing exactions of society - has become in many people almost pathological.

life is a succession of readjustments.

Reason can never reconcile one to life: nothing allays the wants one cannot explain.

memory is to love what the saucer is to the cup.

But surely love wouldn't get so much talked about if there were not something in it?

Habit, of which passion must be wary, may all the same be the sweetest part of love.

The most striking fault in work by young or beginning novelists, submitted for criticism, is irrelevance--due either to infatuation or indecision. To direct such an author's attention to the imperative of relevance is certainly the most useful--and possibly the only--help that can be given.