To all the world he was the man of violence, half animal and half demon; but to her he always remained the little wilful boy of her own girlhood, the child who had clung to her hand. Evil indeed is the man who has not one woman to mourn him.

No man lives or has ever lived who has brought the same amount of study and of natural talent to the detection of crime which I have done.

The more outre' and grotesque an incident is the more carefully it deserves to be examined, and the very point which appears to complicate a case is, when duly considered and scientifically handled, the one which is most likely to elucidate it.

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

Three quiet days. This hell fiend is like a cat with a mouse. She lets me loose only to pounce upon me again. I am never so frightened as when every thing is still.

I consider that a man's brain originally is like a little empty attic, and you have to stock it with such furniture as you choose.

Where there is no imagination there is no horror.