Crime to many is not crime but simply a way of life. If laws are inconvenient, ignore them, they don't apply to you.

I smiled into the clever eyes. “Find out for me,” I said, “whether Oliver.

Yet all we had was here and now, and here and now was always where the struggle toward goodness had to be fought. Toward virtue, morality, uprightness, order: call it what one liked. A long ever-recurring battle.

The only thing better than getting away with doing a crime was to get someone else convicted for having done it.

Infinite sadness is not to trust an old friend.

It’s difficult to say just where a marriage goes wrong, because the accepted reason often isn’t the real one.

Tyrants come and go, tyranny is constant.

I’d always found goodness more interesting then evil, though I was aware this wasn’t the most general view. To my mind, it took more work and more courage to be good, an opinion continually reinforced by my own shortcomings.

Life has a way of kicking one along like a football, or so I’ve found. Fate had never dealt me personally a particularly easy time, but that was OK, that was normal. Most people, it seemed to me, took their turn to be football. Most survived. Some didn’t.

I looked into his sandy brown eyes, at one with the hair. At the business- like outward presentation of the man who daily printed sneers, innuendo, distrust and spite and spoke without showing a trace of them. ‘Off the record,’ I said,‘bash his face in’.