The very shadows seem to listen.

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

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

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

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 is no suffering like a child's, terrified by a secret which it dare not for some reason disclose.

The hand will often reveal more than the countenance.