A man with so large a brain must have something in it.

if i could be assured of your destruction, i would in the interest of the public, cheerfully accept my death.

It has always seemed to me that so long as you produce your dramatic effect, accuracy of detail matters little. I have never striven for it and I have made some bad mistakes in consequence. What matter if I hold my readers?

When the spirits are low, when the day appears dark, when work becomes monotonous, when hope hardly seems worth having, just mount a bicycle and go out for a spin down the road, without thought on anything but the ride you are taking.

Still, it is an error to argue in front of your data. You find yourself insensibly twisting them round to fit your theories.

Keep your revolver near you night and day, and never relax your precautions.

'There's no need for fiction in medicine,' remarks Foster... 'for the facts will always beat anything you fancy.'