It is with nations as it is with individuals. A book of history is a book of sermons.

Dogs don't make mistakes.

You will, I am sure, agree with me that... if page 534 only finds us in the second chapter, the length of the first one must have been really intolerable.

A trusty comrade is always of use; and a chronicler still more so.

It is horrible, yet fascinating, this struggle between a set purpose and an utterly exhausted frame.

"I can see nothing," said I, handing it back to my friend. "On the contrary, Watson, you can see everything. You fail, however, to reason from what you see. You are too timid in drawing your inferences."

I love and am loved by a better man than he.