For once there’s a death one doesn’t like to think there’s been harsh words spoken and no chance of taking them back.
Faith was worth all the drugs ever invented.
Evil never goes unpunished. But the punishment is sometimes secret.
Everything must be taken into account. If the fact will not fit the theory – let the theory go.
Everyone likes talking about themselves.
Everyone has something to hide.
Everyone concerned in them has something to hide.
Everybody is very much alike, really. But fortunately, perhaps, they don’t realise it.
Every revolution has had its honest men. They are soon disposed of afterwards.
Every new development that arises is like the shake you give to a kaleidoscope – the thing changes entirely in aspect.
Every murderer is probably somebody’s old friend.
Every generation had its weaklings – that that was one of the penalties of greatness – but that their failings were seldom remembered by posterity.
