Henry Colbert, the miller, always breakfasted with his wife--beyond that he appeared irregularly at the family table.

The stupid believe that to be truthful is easy; only the artist, the great artist, knows how difficult it is.

One cannot divine nor forecast the conditions that will make happiness; one only stumbles upon them by chance, in a lucky hour, at the world's end somewhere, and hold fast to the days.

Most publishers, like most writers, are ruined by their successes.

The emptiness was intense, like the stillness in a great factory when the machinery stops running.

Miracles surround us at every turn if we but sharpen our perceptions of them.

Money is a protection, a cloak; it can buy one quiet, and some sort of dignity.