Conflict is the very essence of life.
Herbert used to say that he was as tight as the paper on the wall.
[On fishing:] Greatest rest in the world for the brain.
I never saw a lawyer yet who would admit he was making money.
pretense is the oil that lubricates society.
People that trust themselves a dozen miles from the city, in strange houses, with servants they don't know, needn't be surprised if they wake up some morning and find their throats cut.