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... In The Nineteen-thirties ... The Most Casual Reader Of Murder Mysteries Could Infallibly Detect The Villain, As Soon As There Entered A Character Who Had Recently Washed His Neck And Did Not Commit Mayhem On The English Language.

There Is No State Of Satisfaction, Because To Himself No Man Is A Success.

He Knows So Little And Knows It So Fluently.

There Are Times When Life Surprises One, And Anything May Happen, Even What One Had Hoped For.

I've Liked Life Well Enough, But I Reckon I'll Like Death Even Better As Soon As I've Gotten Used To The Feel Of It. ... I Shouldn't Be Amazed To Find It Less Lonely Than Life After I'm Once Safely Settled.