Three quiet days. This hell fiend is like a cat with a mouse. She lets me loose only to pounce upon me again. I am never so frightened as when every thing is still.
Arthur Conan DoyleIf my future were black, it was better surely to face it like a man than to attempt to brighten it by mere will-oโ-the-wisps of the imagination.
Arthur Conan DoyleLife, it turns out, is infinitely more clever and adaptable than anyone had ever supposed.
Arthur Conan Doyle