Time lost can never be recovered...and this should be written in flaming letters everywhere.
His weakness was his belief that evil had boundaries.
Great murderers, like great men in other walks of activity, have blue eyes.
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.
I must confess a shameful secret: I love Chicago best in the cold.
The intermittent depression that had shadowed him throughout his adult life was about to envelop him once again.