Every Murderer Is Probably Somebody's Old Friend.

Words, Mademoiselle, Are Only The Outer Clothing Of Ideas.

If You Place Your Head In A Lion's Mouth, Then You Cannot Complain One Day If He Happens To Bite It Off.

You Cannot Give To People What They Are Incapable Of Receiving.

Sitting Here With One's Knitting, One Just Sees The Facts. -"the Blood-stained Pavement

From An Early Age I Knew Very Strongly The Lust To Kill.