Make No Mistake About It, The Detective-story

The Only Sin Passion Can Commit Is To Be Joyless.

The Young Were Always Theoretical; Only The Middle-aged Could Realize The Deadliness Of Principles.

Everybody Is, I Suppose, Either Classic Or Gothic By Nature. Either You Feel In Your Bones That Buildings Should Be Rectangular Boxes With Lids To Them, Or You Are Moved To The Marrow By Walls That Climb And Branch, And Break Into A Inflorescence Of Pinnacles.

Heaven Deliver Us, What's A Poet? Something That Can't Go To Bed Without Making A Song About It.

In Fact, There Is Perhaps Only One Human Being In A Thousand Who Is Passionately Interested In His Job For The Job's Sake. The Difference Is That If That One Person In A Thousand Is A Man, We Say, Simply, That He Is Passionately Keen On His Job; If She Is A Woman, We Say She Is A Freak.