The Pale Horse

What I wanted, frankly, was someone who would argue me out of the things that I was thinking.

I avoided my own friends and acquaintances, yet the loneliness of my existence was insupportable.

She looked at nobody, but just before she went out, she raised her eyes and took a speedy glance at me. There was something in that looks that startled me - though it was difficult to describe why. There was malice in it, and a curious intimate knowledge. I felt that, without effort, and almost without curiosity, she had known exactly what thoughts were in my mind.

Life is always dangerous—never forget that. In the end, perhaps, not only great natural forces, but the work of our own hands may destroy it.

Being in love has a very bad effect on men - it seems to addle their wits.

Your criminal is someone who wants to be important, but who never will be important, because he’ll always be less than a man.