One of the pleasantest things about book writing is that sometimes it brings one in touch with old friends.
There's plenty of fire in the coldest flint!
And scandal has a way of catching up with those who disregard its power.
A little town is like a lantern. Nothing's hid from sight.
I used to think I had ambition... but now I'm not so sure. It may have been only discontent. They're easily confused.
When I was young they used to say people only threw stones at the tree that was loaded with fruit.