I was thinking, that when my time comes, I should be sorry if the only plea I had to offer was that of justice. Because it might mean that only justice would be meted out to me.

One of us in this very room is in fact the murderer.

Use that fluff of yours you call a brain.

Everything must be taken into account. If the fact will not fit the theory---let the theory go.

Never worry about what you say to a man. They're so conceited that they never believe you mean it if it's unflattering.

There speaks the passion and the rebellion that go with red hair. My second wife had red hair. She was a beautiful woman, and she loved me. Strange, is it not? I have always admired red-haired women. Your hair is very beautiful. There are other things I like about you. Your spirit, your courage; the fact that you have a mind of your own. ~Mr. Aristides

The whole thing was like a nine-month ocean voyage to which you never got acclimatized.