Depend upon it, there is nothing so unnatural as the commonplace.

His sanguine spirit turns every firefly into a star.

It is horrible, yet fascinating, this struggle between a set purpose and an utterly exhausted frame.

...it was a huge creature, luminous, ghastly, and spectral. I have cross-examined these men, one of them a hard-headed countryman, one a farrier, and one a moorland farmer, who all tell the same story of this dreadful apparition, exactly corresponding to the hell-hound of the legend. I assure you that there is a reign of terror in the district, and that it is a hardy man who will cross the moor at night.

Steel True, Blade Straight.

But love is an emotional thing, and whatever is emotional is opposed to that true cold reason which I place above all things.

I know, my dear Watson, that you share my love of all that is bizarre and outside the conventions and humdrum routine of daily life.