It was one of those perfect English autumnal days which occur more frequently in memory than in life.
There comes a time when every scientist, even God, has to write off an experiment.
We English are good at forgiving our enemies; it releases us from the obligation of liking our friends.
What a child doesn't receive he can seldom later give.
What the detective story is about is not murder but the restoration of order.
God gives every bird his worm, but He does not throw it into the nest.
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