All change is not growth, as all movement is not forward.
convictions ... are always getting in the way of opportunities.
It is lovely, when I forget all birthdays, including my own, to find that somebody remembers me.
Surely the novel should be a form of art - but art was not enough. It must contain not only the perfection of art, but the imperfection of nature.
True goodness is an inward grace, not an outward necessity.
to be honest and yet popular is almost as difficult in literature as it is in life.