"You're too late. She's my wife." "No, she's your widow." His revolver cracked, and I saw the blood spurt from the front of Woodley's waistcoat. He s… - Arthur Conan Doyle

Never trust to general impressions, my boy, but concentrate yourself upon details. My first glance is always at a woman's sleeve. In a man, it is perhaps better to take the knee of the trouser.
Chance has put in our way a most singular and whimsical problem, and its solution is its own reward.

لماذا لا يبذل الناس الذين يقولون أشياء جديرة بالسماع جهدًا بسيطًا لجعل صوتهم مسموعًا؟! هذا من أغرب الأمور في حياتنا المعاصرة!

Your life is not your own. Keep your hands off it.