Everything can be forgiven in this world, save telling the truth.
Everyone casts the stone and then points a finger at his neighbour.
Destiny doesn’t do home visits, that you have to go for it yourself.
Deep down we’ve never been who we think we once were, and we only remember what never happened…
Clothes maketh not the man, but crime, or its presumption, maketh the detective, especially the amateur sleuth.
After all, we’re all going to get eaten up by worms in the end…
A madman is one who considers himself sane and thinks that fools don’t belong in his rank.
