Do we fear suffering or apathy most? Is it from experience or the monotony of a commonplace existence that we quickest flee?

The finger of suspicion never forgets the way it has once pointed.

The hand will often reveal more than the countenance.

The very shadows seem to listen.

Though I have had no adventures, I feel capable of them.

It was the smile which runs before a promise.

It would never do for me to lose my wits in the presence of a man who had none too many of his own.