A little sincerity is a dangerous thing, and a great deal of it is absolutely fatal.

Her love was trembling in laughter on her lips.

The past could always be annihilated. Regret, denial, or forgetfulness could do that. But the future was inevitable.

Charity creates a multitude of sins.

Everything in moderation, including moderation.

No publisher should ever express an opinion on the value of what he publishes. That is a matter entirely for the literary critic to decide. I can quite understand how any ordinary critic would be strongly prejudiced against a work that was accompanied by a premature and unnecessary panegyric from the publisher. A publisher is simply a useful middle-man. It is not for him to anticipate the verdict of criticism.

Memory... is the diary that we all carry about with us.