There is no mystery to happiness. Unhappy men are all alike. Some wound they suffered long ago, some wish denied, some blow to pride, some kindling spark of love put out by scorn — or...

I know he is–sensitive–on some points, Detective, but you must bear in mind how hard it is for an honest man to do his work in relative obscurity, while dishonest men attain wealth and renown....

Disgust is so reassuring; it feels like a moral proof.

Wrong way to think about it. Don’t try to figure it out all at once.

What i literally cannot describe is the hollowness in my lungs when i am out of her presence. It is as if i were dying from the want of her.

The pity of it was that this discovery, if such it was, now seemed so stale, so profitless to me. What good was it? What good did thinking ever do?

No man can keep a secret. If his lips are silent, he chatters with his fingertips.

Unhappiness is caused when we cannot let go of our memories.

A woman is at her greatest peril in the presence of a beautiful man.

There is no mystery to happiness.Unhappy men are all alike. Some wound they suffered long ago, some wish denied, some blow to pride, some kindling spark of love put out by scorn- or worse, indifference-...

Death releases the energy into air. If a true catastrophe is looming, the disturbance becomes such that a sensitive individual may become highly troubled by it. He may be aware exactly when and where it...

A woman’s love for a man is half animal passion and half hate. The more a woman loves a man, the more she hates him.

Satisfying a savage instinct is incomparably more pleasurable than satisfying a civilized one.