Desperate Ills Need Desperate Remedies.

To Rush Into Explanations Is Always A Sign Of Weakness.

We Are The Same People As We Were At Three, Six, Ten Or Twenty Years Old. More Noticeably So, Perhaps, At Six Or Seven, Because We Were Not Pretending So Much Then.

I Am Not Mad. I Am Eccentric Perhaps--at Least Certain People Say So; But As Regards My Profession. I Am Very Much As One Says, 'all There.

I'm Not Often Bored,' I Assured Her. "life's Not Long Enough For That.

There Is No Fanatic Like A Religious Fanatic.