There are sordid souls that eat and drink and breed and die, and imagine they have lived.

Those that set in motion the forces of evil cannot always control them afterwards.

I think I must write a book. It has been my cherished dream and I feel an influence that I cannot resist calling me to the task.

Sins, like chickens, come home to roost.

As man sows, so shall he reap. In works of fiction, such men are sometimes converted. More often, in real life, they do not change their natures until they are converted into dust.

Time touches all things with a destroying hand.

We sometimes underestimate the influence of little things