Fiction reveals truth that reality obscures.

And it must follow, as the night the day, thou canst not then be false to any man.

Every day we should hear at least one little song, read one good poem, see one exquisite picture, and, if possible, speak a few sensible words.

These are thoughts that we can't think.

Common sense is the collection of prejudices acquired by age eighteen.

What would there be in a story of happiness? Only what prepares it, only what destroys it can be told.