Life is infinitely stranger than anything which the mind of man could invent.

When a man writes on a wall, his instinct leads him to write above the level of his own eyes.

Any truth is better than indefinite doubt.

Once you eliminate the impossible, whatever remains, no matter how improbable, must be the truth.

The devil’s agents may be of flesh and blood, may they not?

Life is infinitely stranger than anything which the mind of man could invent. We would not dare to conceive the things which are really mere commonplaces of existence. If we could fly out of that window hand in hand, hover over this great city, gently remove the roofs, and and peep in at the queer things which are going on, the strange coincidences, the plannings, the cross-purposes, the wonderful chains of events, working through generations, and leading to the most outre results, it would make all fiction with its conventionalities and foreseen conclusions most stale and unprofitable.