Time didn't heal, but it anesthetized. The human mind could only feel so much.

Great literature cannot grow from a neglected or impoverished soil. Only if we actually tend or care will it transpire that every hundred years or so we might get a Middlemarch.

Increase your word power. Words are the raw material of our craft.

Not so much two ships passing in the night as two ships sailing together for a time but always bound for different ports.

I love the idea of bringing order out of disorder which is what the mystery is about. I like the way in which it affirms the sanity of human life and exorcises irrational guilts.

Charm is often despised but I can never see why. No one has it who isn't capable of genuinely liking others, at least at the actual moment of meeting and speaking. Charm is always genuine; it may be superficial but it isn't false.

It shows considerable wisdom to know what you want in life and then to direct all your energies towards getting it.