But no artist, I now realize, can be satisfied with art alone. There is a natural craving for recognition which cannot be gain-said.

A weak man in a corner is more dangerous than a strong man.

There is no telling what a human character is. Until the test comes. To most of us the test comes early in life. A man is confronted quite soon with the necessity to stand on his own feet, to face dangers and difficulties and to take his own line of dealing with them. It may be the straight way, it may be the crooked way --- whichever it is, a man usually learns early just what he is made of.

Then there are some minor points that strike me as suggestive - for instance, the position of Mrs. Hubbard's sponge bag, the name of Mrs. Armstrong's mother, the detective methods of Mr. Hardman, the suggestion of Mr. MacQueen that Ratchett himself destroyed the charred note we found, Princess Dragomiroff's Christian name, and a grease spot on a Hungarian passport.

Sitting here with one's knitting, one just sees the facts. -"The Blood-Stained Pavement

Who is there who has not felt a sudden startled pang at reliving an old experience or feeling an old emotion?

When you find that people are not telling you the truth---look out!