The face of a lover is an unknown, precisely because it is invested with so much of oneself. It is a mystery, containing, like all mysteries, the possibility of torment.

You know my method. It is founded upon the observance of trifles.

As a rule, the more bizarre a thing is the less mysterious it proves to be. It is your commonplace, featureless crimes which are really puzzling, just as a commonplace face is the most difficult to identify.

It is very nearly impossible to become an educated person in a country so distrustful of the independent mind

You have to go the way your blood beats. If you don't live the only life you have, you won't live some other life, you won't live any life at all.

People who treat other people as less than human must not be surprised when the bread they have cast on the waters comes floating back to them, poisoned