Books, Indeed, Were His Sole Luxuries

I Have Before Suggested That A Genuine Blackguard Is Never Without A Pocket-handkerchief.

A Wise Man Hears One Word And Understands Two.

The Higher Powers Of The Reflective Intellect Are More Decidedly And More Usefully Tasked By The Unostentatious Game Of Draughts Than By All The Elaborate Frivolity Of Chess.

The Boundaries Which Divide Life From Death Are At Best Shadowy And Vague. Who Shall Say Where The One Ends, And Where The Other Begins?

The Past Is A Pebble In My Shoe.