We had our breakfasts--whatever happens in a house, robbery or murder, it doesn't matter, you must have your breakfast.

Men ruin themselves headlong for unworthy women.

The horrid mystery hanging over us in this house gets into my head like liquor, and makes me wild.

I used to attend scientific experiments when I was a girl at school. They invariably ended in an explosion. If Mr. Jennings will be so very kind, I should like to be warned of the explosion this time. With a view to getting it over, if possible, before I go to bed.

The dull people decided years and years ago, as everyone knows, that novel-writing was the lowest species of literary exertion, and that novel reading was a dangerous luxury and an utter waste of time.

The future of English fiction may rest with this Unknown Public - a reading public of three millions which lies right out of the pale of true literary civilization - which is now waiting to be taught the difference between a good book and a bad.

The best men are not consistent in good-- why should the worst men be consistent in evil.