Have only this consolation–that he was never a fiend or even truly a madman, but only an eager, studious, and curious boy whose love of mystery and of the past was his undoing. He stumbled...

There is no way to undo something already done, or to dress up a naked truth.

Some patient dogs had waited a long time for the fatest bone to come, but the impatient had gone to scavenge for the little it could see.

Don’t plead with anyone if you were not at fault, you’ll only look inferior, stupid and funny, bolster your ego by doing the undoing.

With eye and hand and breath and will.