I Am Not One To Rely Upon

Any Coincidencce Is Worth Noticing. You Can Throw It Away Later If It Is Only A Coincidence.

One Of Us In This Very Room Is In Fact The Murderer.

Dogs Are Wise. They Crawl Away Into A Quiet Corner And Lick Their Wounds And Do Not Rejoin The World Until They Are Whole Once More.

The Truth, However Ugly In Itself, Is Always Curious And Beautiful To Seekers After It.

A Great Many Men Are Mad, And No One Knows It. They Do Not Know It Themselves