How true it is that men live for Things and women for People!

And what do all the great words come to in the end, but that? I love you - I am at rest with you - I have come home.

One must not only die daily, but every day we must be born again.

I often think when a man's once past a certain age, the older he grows the tougher he gets, and women the same or more so.

Anythin' wrong leaves a kind of impression on the eye; brain trots along afterwards with the warnin'.

There are crimes which the Law cannot reach.

Do you solemnly swear never to conceal a vital clue from the reader? Do you promise to observe seemly moderation in the use of gangs, conspiracies, Super Criminals and Lunatics and utterly and forever to forswear Mysterious Poisons unknown to science? Will you honor the King's English? ... If you fail to keep your promise, may other writers steal your plots and your pages swarm with misprints.