I cannot live without brainwork. What else is there to live for

You have a grand gift for silence, Watson. It makes you quite invaluable as a companion.

I consider that a man's brain originally is like a little empty attic, and you have to stock it with such furniture as you choose.

He burst into one of his rare fits of laughter as he turned away from the picture. I have not heard him laugh often, and it has always boded ill to somebody.

The goose we retained until this morning, when there were signs that, in spite of the slight frost, it would be well that it should be eaten without delay. Its finder has carried it off therefore to fulfil the ultimate destiny of a goose.

So complex is the human spirit that it can itself scarce discern the deep springs which impel it to action.

No violence, gentlemen — no violence, I beg of you! Consider the furniture!