In my end is my beginning - that's what people are always saying. But what does it mean?

Your not reliable. You wouldn't be at all a comfortable sort of person to live with.

Unless you are good at guessing, it is not much use being a detective.

If only-if only, Hastings, you would part your hair in the middle instead of at the side! What a difference it would make to the symmetry of your appearance. And your moustache. If you must have a moustache, let it be a real moustache-a thing of beauty such as mine.

A mother's love for her child is like nothing else in the world.

Exactly! It is absurd - improbable - it cannot be. So I myself have said. And yet, my friend, there it is! One cannot escape from the facts.

In my experience, people who go about looking for trouble usually find it.