The chief proof of man's real greatness lies in his perception of his own smallness.
Arthur Conan DoyleDraw your chair up, and hand me my violin, for the only problem which we have still to solve is how to while away these bleak autumnal evenings.
Arthur Conan DoyleI say, Watson,โ he whispered, โwould you be afraid to sleep in the same room as a lunatic, a man with softening of the brain, an idiot whose mind has lost its grip?โ โNot in the least,โ I answered in astonishment. โAh, thatโs lucky,โ he said, and not another word would he utter that night.
Arthur Conan DoyleWhen the impossible has been eliminated, all that remains no matter how improbable is possible.
Arthur Conan Doyle