There Is A Terrible Loneliness In The

Women Love With Their Imagination And Men With Their Senses.

The Nearer She Came To Death, The More, By Some Perversity Of Nature, Did She Enjoy Living.

Convictions ... Are Always Getting In The Way Of Opportunities.

The Only Natural Human Beings Seem To Be Those Who Are Making Trouble.

... In The Nineteen-thirties ... The Most Casual Reader Of Murder Mysteries Could Infallibly Detect The Villain, As Soon As There Entered A Character Who Had Recently Washed His Neck And Did Not Commit Mayhem On The English Language.