There is no prospect of danger, or I should not dream of stirring out without you.
There is no part of the body which varies so much as the human ear.
The emotional qualities are antagonistic to clear reasoning.
But love is an emotional thing, and whatever is emotional is opposed to that true cold reason which I place above all things.
You see, but you do not observe. The distinction is clear.
While the individual man is an insoluble puzzle, in the aggregate he becomes a mathematical certainty.
What you do in this world is a matter of no consequence. The question is, what can you make people believe that you have done.
There is but one step from the grotesque to the horrible.
The devil’s agents may be of flesh and blood, may they not?
Of all ghosts the ghosts of our old lovers are the worst.
Never trust to general impressions, my boy, but concentrate yourself upon details.
Let us hear the suspicions. I will look after the proofs.
