Every Crime Has, In The Moment Of

To Most Men Experience Is Like The Stern Lights Of A Ship, Which Illuminate Only The Track It Has Passed.

Until You Understand A Writer's Ignorance, Presume Yourself Ignorant Of His Understanding.

The Happiness Of Life Is Made Up Of Minute Fractions.

The One Red Leaf, The Last Of Its Clan, That Dances As Often As Dance It Can, Hanging So Light, And Hanging So High, On The Topmost Twig That Looks Up At The Sky.

We Have To Administer The Law Whether We Like It Or No.