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

I don't speak for others and they don't speak for me.

Have you tried to drive a harpoon through a body? No? Tut, tut, my dear sir, you must really pay attention to these details.

He burst into one of his rare fits of laughter as he turned away from the picture. I have not heard him laugh often, and it has always boded ill to somebody.

It is quite a three-pipe problem.

It is, I admit, mere imagination; but how often is imagination the mother of truth?

Everything I have to say has already crossed your mind." "Then possibly my answer has crossed yours.