A hound it was, an enormous coal-black hound, but not such a hound as mortal eyes have ever seen. Fire burst from its open mouth, its eyes glowed with a smouldering glare, its muzzle and hackles and dewlap were outlined in flickering flame. Never in the delirious dream of a disordered brain could anything more savage, more appalling, more hellish be conceived than that dark form and savage face which broke upon us out of the wall of fog.

There are no fools so troublesome as those who have some wit.

His love of danger, his intense appreciation of the drama of an adventure--all the more intense for being held tightly in--his consistent view that every peril in life is a form of sport, a fierce game betwixt you and Fate, with Death as a forfeit, made him a wonderful companion at such hours.

I never guess. It is a shocking habit destructive to the logical faculty.

I wanted to end the world but,I'll settle for ending yours.

I am the most incurably lazy devil that ever stood in shoe leather.

Nothing clears up a case so much as stating it to another person.