I don't care very much for literary shrines and hauntsI knew a woman in London who boasted that she had lodgings from the windows of which she could throw a stone into Carlyle's yard. And when I said, "Why throw a stone into Carlyle's yard?" she looked at me as if I were an imbecile and changed the subject.

Where there's a will there's a detective story.

Happiness is the ability to recognize it.

All through the nineties I met people. Crowds of people. Met and met and met, until it seemed that people were born and hastily grew up, just to be met.

Society's the mother of convention.

The wages of sin is alimony.

Advice is one of those things it is far more blessed to give than to receive.