Here, my dear Lucy, hide these books. Quick, quick! Fling "Peregrine Pickle" under the toilette -throw "Roderick Random" into the closet -put "The Innocent Adultery" into "The Whole Duty of Man"; thrust "Lord Aimworth" under the sofa! cram "Ovid" behind the bolster; there -put "The Man of Feeling" into your pocket. Now for them.

I leave my character behind me.

Our memories are independent of our wills.

Certainly nothing is unnatural that is not physically impossible.

Good reading makes for damn hard writing.

There is not a passion so strongly rooted in the human heart as envy.

Fertilizer does no good in a heap, but a little spread around works miracles all over.