Dorothy Margaret Salisbury Davis (April 25, 1916 − August 3, 2014) was an American crime fiction writer.
Flattery makes fools of the best of us.
Don't sell your soul to buy peanuts for the monkeys.
It's a great wonder to me, the Irish attachment to our history. What is it but a series of lamentations?
Very often adverse criticism goes to craft, and that sounds an alarm to which attention should be paid.
History's like a story in a way: it depends on who's telling it.
I don't approve the informality in the world today, Mr. James. It's made strangers of us all.
No one who likes a song lacks congeniality.
Beware of feelings, Father. They are the biggest liars in us. They make truth what we want it to be.
We reveal more of ourselves in the lies we tell than we do when we try to tell the truth.
There’s no snobbery like that of the poor toward one another.
The law is above the law, you know.