What I feel is that if one has got to have a murder actually happening in one's house, one might as well enjoy it, if you know what I mean.

He was very much a man of moods, possibly owing to what is styled the artistic temperment. I have never seen, myself, why the possession of artistic ability should be supposed to excuse a man from a decent exercise of self-control.

how tedious is retirement! You cannot imagine to yourself the monotony with which day comes after day.

Never do anything yourself that others can do for you.

As life goes on it becomes tiring to keep up the character you invented for yourself, and so you relapse into individuality and become more like yourself everyday.

At the small table, sitting very upright, was one of the ugliest old ladies he had ever seen. It was an ugliness of distinction - it fascinated rather than repelled.

Life itself is an unsolved mystery", said the clergyman gravely.