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

It is a mistake to confound strangeness with mystery.

When once your point of view is changed, the very thing which was so damning becomes a clue to the truth.

My mind rebels at stagnation, give me problems, give me work!

The larger crimes are apt to be the simpler, for the bigger the crime, the more obvious, as a rule, is the motive.

What one man can invent, another can discover.

I cannot agree with those who rank modesty among the virtues.

The grand thing is to be able to reason backwards.

I get in the dumps at times, and don’t open my mouth for days on end. You must not think I am sulky when I do that. Just let me alone, and I’ll soon be right.

It is, I admit, mere imagination; but how often is imagination the mother of truth?

We balance probabilities and choose the most likely. It is the scientific use of the imagination.

There are no fools so troublesome as those who have some wit.

There’s a light in a woman’s eyes that speaks louder than words.

Of all ghosts the ghosts of our old loves are the worst.

When you have eliminated all which is impossible, then whatever remains, however improbable, must be the truth.

I wanted to end the world, but I’ll settle for ending yours.

It’s every man’s business to see justice done.

Cold hearts cannot serve warm love.

When the air begins to turn colder, a warmth grows in my core that says – it’s time to start new.

Cold sober, I find myself absolutely fascinating.

The virtuous soul that is alone and without a master is like a long lone burning coal; it will grow colder rather than hotter.

I was always accused of being cold and unfeeling. It was because I was intimidated about touching people.

All the hardest, coldest people you meet were once as soft as water. And that’s the tragedy of living.

His eyes close, and he draws a long breath. When they open again, they’re colder than ever. “And that’s where you’d be disappointed, Lou.There is no good to be found in Death.

When I speak My lips feel cold – The autumn wind.