If you want to write good copy, you must be where the things are.

Perhaps, when a man has special knowledge and special powers like my own, it rather encourages him to seek a complex explanation when a simpler one is at hand.

Now is the dramatic moment of fate, Watson, when you hear a step upon the stair which is walking into your life, and you know not whether for good or ill.

My mind rebels at stagnation. Give me problems, give me work, give me the most abstruse cryptogram, or the most intricate analysis, and I am in my own proper atmosphere. But I abhor the dull routine of existence. I crave for mental exaltation.

It is horrible, yet fascinating, this struggle between a set purpose and an utterly exhausted frame.

A study of family portraits is enough to convert a man to the theory of reincarnation.

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