The mills of God work like lightning compared with the law.
The place for truth is not in the facts of a novel; it is in the feelings.
The sense of smell is the hair-trigger of memory.
Every man carries the seed of his own death, and you will not be more than a man. You will have everything; you cannot have more.
It is never wise to turn aside from knowing, however the knowing comes.
Sometimes, I think, our impulses come not from the past, but from the future.