Work is the best antidote to sorrow, my dear Watson.

The chief proof of man's real greatness lies in his perception of his own smallness.

One forms provisional theories and waits for time or fuller knowledge to explode them. A bad habit, Mr. Ferguson, but human nature is weak. Sherlock Holmes speaking with Dr. Watson.

Steel True, Blade Straight.

The husband was a teetotaller, there was no other woman, and the conduct complained of was that he had drifted into the habit of winding up every meal by taking out his false teeth and hurling them at his wife.

You know my methods. Apply them.

All other men are specialists, but his specialism is omniscience.