As a matter of fact, have you never noticed that most conversations are simply monologues delivered in the presence of a witness? – Margaret Millar, The Weak-Eyed Bat, 1942
Blessed is the man who, having nothing to say, abstains from giving us wordy evidence of the fact—from calling on us to look through a heap of millet-seed in order to be sure that there is no pearl in it. – George Eliot, Impressions of Theophrastus Such, 1879
Was this an old disease, and, if so, which one? If it was new, what did that say about the state of medical knowledge? And in any case, how could physicians make sense of it? – Peter Lewis Allen
