"Once you eliminate the impossible, whatever remains, no matter how improbable, must be the truth." — Arthur Conan Doyle

Women are naturally secretive, and they like to do their own secreting.

My mind rebels at stagnation. Give me problems, give me work, give me the most abstruse cryptogram, or the most intricate analysis, and I am in my own proper atmosphere. But I abhor the dull routine of existence. I crave for mental exaltation.