In a shared fish, there are no bones.
The contemporary historian never writes such a true history as the historian of a later generation.
When the sea goes down, there will come from the mainland boats and men. And they will find ten dead bodies and an unsolved problem on Indian Island.
In the midst of life, we are in death.
I learned. . . that one can never go back, that one should not ever try to go back - that the essence of life is going forward. Life is really a one way street, isn't it?
The human mind prefers to be spoon-fed with the thoughts of others, but deprived of such nourishment it will, reluctantly, begin to think for itself - and such thinking, remember, is original thinking and may have valuable results.
In conversation, points arise! If a human being converses much, it is impossible for him to avoid the truth! (Hercule Poirot)
(Death is) A leap into the dark.
The truth is that progress is usually small and sneaky.
It's easy to misjudge others.
It's okay," I said soothingly. "You're just getting your stride back. Once you're up to full power, I'll go crack a rib or something so we can test it. " She groaned. "The horrible part is that I don't think you're joking.