The intermittent depression that had shadowed him throughout his adult life was about to envelop him once again.

Beneath the stars the lake lay dark and sombre," Stead wrote, "but on its shores gleamed and glowed in golden radiance the ivory city, beautiful as a poet's dream, silent as a city of the dead.

I was born with the devil in me,' [Holmes] wrote. 'I could not help the fact that I was a murderer, no more than the poet can help the inspiration to sing.

Whenever I finish a book, I start with a blank slate and never have ideas lined up.

Dodd continued to hope that the murders would so outrage the German public that the regime would fall, but as the days passed he saw no evidence of any such outpouring of anger.

Chicago has disappointed her enemies and astonished the world

His weakness was his belief that evil had boundaries.