Nothing, except the weather report or a general maxim of conduct, is so unsafe to rely upon as a theory of fiction.
Preserve, within a wild sanctuary, an inaccessible valley of reverie.
The only difference between a rut and a grave are the dimensions.
No one in the modern world is more lonely than the writer with a literary conscience.
There is only one force stronger than selfishness, and that is stupidity.
The share of the sympathetic publisher in the author's success - the true success so different from the ephemeral - is apt to be overlooked in these blatant days, so it is just as well that some of us should keep it in mind.