So tomorrow we disappear into the unknown. This account I am transmitting down the river by canoe, and it may be our last word to those who are interested in our fate.

No violence, gentlemen — no violence, I beg of you! Consider the furniture!

It is all in the way of professional experience.

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

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

A dog reflects the family life. Whoever saw a frisky dog in a gloomy family, or a sad dog in a happy one? Snarling people have snarling dogs, dangerous people have dangerous ones.

There are heroisms all round us waiting to be done.