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

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

There are two kinds of artists in this world; those that work because the spirit is in them, and they cannot be silent if they would, and those that speak from a conscientious desire to make apparent to others the beauty that has awakened their own admiration.

faces deceive, and the loveliness of youth is not like the loveliness of age - an absolute mirror of the soul within.

The very shadows seem to listen.

It was the smile which runs before a promise.

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