Depend Upon It, There Is

A Man With So Large A Brain Must Have Something In It.

Three Quiet Days. This Hell Fiend Is Like A Cat With A Mouse. She Lets Me Loose Only To Pounce Upon Me Again. I Am Never So Frightened As When Every Thing Is Still.

You Know How Often The Turning Down This Street Or That, The Accepting Or Rejecting Of An Invitation, May Deflect The Whole Current Of Our Lives Into Some Other Channel. Are We Mere Leaves, Fluttered Hither And Thither By The Wind, Or Are We Rather, With Every Conviction That We Are Free Agents, Carried Steadily Along To A Definite And Pre-determined End?

It's A Wicked World, And When A Clever Man Turns His Brain To Crime It Is The Worst Of All.

Some People's Affability Is More Deadly Than The Violence Of Coarser Souls.