My life is spent in one long effort to escape from the commonplaces of existence. These little problems help me to do so.

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

The goose we retained until this morning, when there were signs that, in spite of the slight frost, it would be well that it should be eaten without delay. Its finder has carried it off therefore to fulfil the ultimate destiny of a goose.

It has long been an axiom of mine that the little things are infinitely the most important.

Just see how it glints and sparkles. Of course it is a nucleus and focus of crime. Every good stone is. They are the devil

You know my method. It is founded upon the observation of trifles.

His sanguine spirit turns every firefly into a star.