He who steps on stones is glad to feel the smallest spray of moss beneath his feet.

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

a woman with a secret may be a fascinating study, but she can never be a safe, nor even satisfactory, companion.

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.

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.