There are times when it is one's duty to assert oneself.
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I learned (what I suppose I really knew already) that one can never go back, that one should not ever try to go back—that the essence of life is going forward. Life is really a One Way Street, isn't it?
Evil never goes unpunished, Monsieur. But the punishment is sometimes secret.
If you place your head in a lion's mouth, then you cannot complain one day if he happens to bite it off.
Many homicidal lunatics are very quiet, unassuming people. Delightful fellows.
Being in love has a very bad effect on men - it seems to addle their wits.
Death, mademoiselle, unfortunately creates a prejudice. A prejudice in favour of the deceased... There is a great charity always to the dead.
One of the saddest things in life, is the things one remembers.
Plots come to me at such odd moments, when I am walking along the street, or examining a hat shop…suddenly a splendid idea comes into my head.
I am not mad. I am eccentric perhaps--at least certain people say so; but as regards my profession. I am very much as one says, 'all there.
Arrange your ideas. Be methodical. Be orderly. There is the secret of success.
I did not deceive you, mon ami. At most, I permitted you to deceive yourself.
The amount of missing girls I've had to trace and their family and their friends always say the same thing. 'She was a bright and affectionate disposition and had no men friends'. That's never true. It's unnatural. Girls ought to have men friends. If not, then there's something wrong about them....
I told you there was nothing to it, said Arbuthnot apologetically. But you know what it is—early hours of the morning—everything very still—the thing had a sinister look—like a detective story. All nonsense, really.