It Is The Nature Of Truth To

I Roused Myself From The Book Which I Was Dreaming Over Rather Than Reading, And Left My Chambers To Meet The Cool Night Air In The Suburbs.

Not The Shadow Of A Doubt Crossed My Mind Of The Purpose For Which The Count Had Left The Theatre. His Escape From Us, That Evening, Was Beyond All Question The Preliminary Only To His Escape From London. The Mark Of The Brotherhood Was On His Arm-i Felt As Certain Of It As If He Had Shown Me The Brand; And The Betrayal Of The Brotherhood Was On His Conscience-i Had Seen It In His Recognition Of Pesca.

I Say What Other People Only Think, And When All The Rest Of The World Is In A Conspiracy To Accept The Mask For The True Face, Mine Is The Rash Hand That Tears Off The Plump Pasteboard And Shows The Bare Bones Beneath.

Husbands And Wives Talk Of The Cares Of Matrimony, And Bachelors And Spinsters Bear Them.

No Sensible Man Ever Engages, Unprepared, In A Fencing Match Of Words With A Woman.