One more step, Mr. Hands," said I, "and I'll blow your brains out! Dead men don't bite, you know," I added with a chuckle.

“Saints are sinners who kept on going.”

“In many ways an artistic nature unfits a man for a practical existence.”

“In winter I get up at night,and dress by yellow candlelight,In summer, quite th…”

“Everyone who got where he is has had to begin where he was.”