Many Emotions Go Under The

I Try, And I Think I Succeed, In Making My Readers Feel Sorry For My Psychopaths, Because I Do.

The English, Although Partakers In The Most Variable And Quixotic Climate In The World, Never Become Used To Its Vagaries, But Comment Upon Them With Shock And Resentment As If All Their Lives Had Been Spent In The Predictable Monsoon.

We Dislike Those We've Injured.

They Say You Cannot Make A Noise To Annoy Yourself.

We No More Forget The Faces Of Our Enemies Than Of Those We Love.