Mourning is not forgetting. . . . It is an undoing. Every minute tie has to be untied and something permanent and valuable recovered and assimilated from the dust.

"When the habitually even-tempered suddenly fly into a passion, that explosion is apt to be more impressive than the outburst of the most violent amongst us."

Chemists employed by the police can do remarkable things with blood. They can . . . weave it into a rope to hang a man.

"When one kicks over a tea table and smashes everything but the sugar bowl, one may as well pick that up and drop it on the bricks, don't you think?"

Self-satisfaction is the state of mind of those who have the happy conviction that they are not as other men.