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.— Margery Allingham
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Waiting is one of the great arts.
I write every paragraph four times - once to get my meaning down, once to put in anything I have left out, once to take out anything that seems unnecessary, and once to make the whole thing sound as if I had only just thought of it.
If one cannot command attention by one's admirable qualities one can at least be a nuisance
Good doctors get a mechanic's pleasure in making you tick over.
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.
Of all the band of personal traitors the sense of humor is the most dangerous.
The nicest people fall in love indiscriminately .
.. while under the influence of that pre-eminently selfish lunacy they may make the most outrageous demands upon their friends with no other excuse than their painful need.
One policeman may be a friend, but two are the Law.
I believe that an author who cannot control her characters is, like a mother who cannot control her children, not really fit to look after them.
Why it is that a garment which is honestly attractive in, say, 1910 should be honestly ridiculous a few years later and honestly charming again a few years later still is one of those things which are not satisfactorily to be explained and are therefore jolly and exciting and an addition to the perennial interest of life.
Outrage, combining as it does shock, anger, reproach, and helplessness, is perhaps the most unmanageable, the most demoralizing of all the emotions.
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?
The process of elimination, combined with a modicum of common sense, will always assist us to arrive at the correct conclusion with the maximum of possible accuracy and the minimum of hard labor. Which being translated means: I guessed it.
Self-satisfaction is the state of mind of those who have the happy conviction that they are not as other men.
Beware of anger. It is the most difficult to remove of all the hindrances. But it is the alcohol of the body, you know, and the devil of it is that it deadens the perceptions.
He did not arrive at this conclusion by the decent process of quiet, logical deduction, nor yet by the blinding flash of glorious intuition, but by the shoddy, untidy process halfway between the two by which one usually gets to know things.
The optimism of a healthy mind is indefatigable.
Chemists employed by the police can do remarkable things with blood.
They can weave it into a rope to hang a man.
It is always difficult to escape from youth;
its hopefulness, its optimistic belief in the privileges of desire, its despair, and its sense of outrage and injustice at disappointment, all these spring on a man inflicting indelicate agony when he is no longer prepared.
A genuine coincidence always means bad luck for me; it's my only superstition.
There are, fortunately, very few people who can say that they have actually attended a murder.
It's easy enough to make the truth look silly.
A man never seems more foolish-like than he does when he's speaking his whole mind and heart.
I am one of those people who are blessed, or cursed, with a nature which has to interfere. If I see a thing that needs doing I do it
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. The end is gain, of course. Blessed are they that mourn, for theyshall be made strong, in fact. But the process is like all other human births, painful and long and dangerous.
the relationship between the two men was something of a miracle in itself.
It was a cordiality based, apparently, on complete non-comprehension cemented by a deep mutual respect for the utterly unknown. No two men saw less eye to eye and the result was unexpected harmony, as if a dog and a fish had mysteriously become friends and were proud each of the other's remarkable dissimilarity to himself.
Once sex rears its ugly 'ead it's time to steer clear.
Only the united beat of sex and heart can create ecstasy.
There are only two kinds of men who become dentists.
The ones who love it and ones who get miserable. Think round and you'll see I'm right.
She rose and followed her bust from the room.
But there are roughly two sorts of informed people, aren't there? People who start off right by observing the pitfalls and mistakes and going round them, and the people who fall into them and get out and know they're there because of that. They both come to the same conclusions but they don't have quite the same point of view.
Love so seldom means happiness.
the old fellow seemed to spot deceit as if it reeked like a goat.
People don't alter. They may with enormous difficulty modify themselves, but they never really change.
A great deal has been written about the forthrightness of the moderns shocking the Victorians, but there is no shock like the one which the forthrightness of the Victorians can give a modern.
When Mr. William Faraday sat down to write his memoirs after fifty-eight years of blameless inactivity he found the work of inscribing the history of his life almost as tedious as living it had been, and so, possessing a natural invention coupled with a gift for locating the easier path, he began to prevaricate a little upon the second page, working his way up to downright lying on the sixth and subsequent folios.