“I am an omnivorous reader with a strangely retentive memory for trifles.”

For strange effects and extraordinary combinations we must go to life itself, which is always far more daring than any effort of the imagination.

I dislike my fellow-mortals. Justice compels me to add that they appear for the most part to dislike me.

Love is an emotional thing, and whatever is emotional is opposed to that true cold reason which I place above all things.

There is no scent so pleasant to my nostrils as that faint, subtle reek which comes from an ancient book.

The unexpected has happened so continually in my life that it has ceased to deserve the name.

The emotional qualities are antagonistic to clear reasoning.

Life is infinitely stranger than anything which the mind of man could invent.

There is nothing more stimulating than a case where everything goes against you.

The most difficult crime to track is the one which is purposeless.

A fool always finds a greater fool to admire him.

Where there is no imagination, there is no horror.

A man always finds it hard to realize that he may have finally lost a woman’s love, however badly he may have treated her.

Jealousy is a strange transformer of characters.

The most difficult crime to track is the one which is purposeless.

A fool always finds a greater fool to admire him.

Where there is no imagination, there is no horror.