You have done all the work in this business. I get a wife out of it, Jones gets the credit, pray what remains for you?" "For me," said Sherlock Holmes, "there still remains the cocaine bottle.

What is the meaning of it, Watson? said Holmes solemnly as he laid down the paper. "What object is served by this circle of misery and violence and fear? It must tend to some end, or else our universe is ruled by chance, which is unthinkable. But what end? There is the great standing perennial problem to which human reason is as far from an answer as ever.

The world is full of obvious things which nobody by any chance ever observes.

The most difficult crime to track is the one which is purposeless.

The lowest and vilest alleys of London do not present a more dreadful record of sin than does the smiling and beautiful countryside.

I have seen too much not to know that the impression of a woman may be more valuable than the conclusion of an analytical reasoner.

I could not rest, Watson, I could not sit quiet in my chair, if I thought that such a man as Professor Moriarty were walking the streets of London unchallenged.