We balance probabilities and choose the most likely. It is the scientific use of the imagination.

What a lovely thing a rose is!

When people bury treasure nowadays they do it in the Post-Office bank.

My sister and I, you will recollect, were twins, and you know how subtle are the links which bind two souls which are so closely allied.

Yet birth, and lust, and illness, and death are changeless things, and when one of these harsh facts springs out upon a man at some sudden turn of the path of life, it dashes off for the moment his mask of civilization and gives a glimpse of the stranger and stronger face below.

There are times, young fellah, when every one of us must make a stand for human right and justice, or you never feel clean again.

Anything seems commonplace, once explained.