faces deceive, and the loveliness of youth is not like the loveliness of age - an absolute mirror of the soul within.
Though I have had no adventures, I feel capable of them.
The finger of suspicion never forgets the way it has once pointed.
The very shadows seem to listen.
a woman with a secret may be a fascinating study, but she can never be a safe, nor even satisfactory, companion.
He who steps on stones is glad to feel the smallest spray of moss beneath his feet.