It was the smile which runs before a promise.
The hand will often reveal more than the countenance.
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.
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.