Of All The Noises Known To Man,

Solitude Terrifies The Soul At Twenty.

The General Public Is Easy. You Don't Have To Answer To Anyone; And As Long As You Follow The Rules Of Your Profession, You Needn't Worry About The Consequences. But The Problem With The Powerful And Rich Is That When They Are Sick, They Really Want Their Doctors To Cure Them.

Heaven Forbids, It Is True, Certain Gratifications, But There Are Ways And Means Of Compounding Such Matters.

Outside Of Paris, There Is No Hope For The Cultured.

There's A Sort Of Decency Among The Dead, A Remarkable Discretion: You Never Find Them Making Any Complaint Against The Doctor Who Killed Them!