America may have great poets and novelists, but she never will have more than one necromancer.

No man surely has so short a memory as the American.

One sees that dead, vacant look steal over the rarest, finest of women's faces . . . in the very midst, it may be, of their warmest summer's day; and then one can guess at the secret of intolerable solitude that lies hid beneath the delicate laces . . .

But remember, I am no politician, and no seer into souls.

America may have great poets and novelists, but she never will have more than one necromancer.

Crime, to the man of the forties, was an alien monstrous terror.

Every child was taught from his cradle that money was Mammon, the chief agent of the flesh and the devil. As he grew up it was his duty as a Christian and a gentleman to appear to despise filthy lucre, whatever his secret opinion of it might be.