A man always finds it hard to realize that he may have finally lost a woman's love, however badly he may have treated her.

Violence does, in truth, recoil upon the violent, and the schemer falls into the pit which he digs for another.

The more featureless and commonplace a crime is, the more difficult it is to bring it home.

We surely know by some nameless instinct more about our futures than we think we know.

It is horrible, yet fascinating, this struggle between a set purpose and an utterly exhausted frame.

I never guess. It is a shocking habit destructive to the logical faculty.

It is not my intention to be fulsome, but I confess that I covet your skull.