Another dead body. Every year it is the same. Every year, another dead body.

I never meant to marry. In my opinion, a woman born in the last half of the nineteenth century of the Christian era suffered from enough disadvantages without willfully embracing another.

To argue without knowledge is like trying to weave without thread.

Ramses had always been fond of Helen, in his peculiar fashion, but if he had looked at me as he was looking at her, I would have sent for a constable.

I do, however, think it would be difficult to write books I don't like to read.

There are too many people in the world as it is, but the supply of ancient manuscripts is severely limited.

That's maturity-when you realize that you've finally arrived at a state of ignorance as profound as your parents.