I wanted to end the world but,I'll settle for ending yours.

It is the sweetest spring within the memory of man. So green, so mild, so beautiful! Ah, what a contrast between nature without and my own soul so torn with doubt and terror!

Let me run over the principal steps. We approached the case, you remember, with an absolutely blank mind, which is always an advantage. We had formed no theories. We were simply there to observe and to draw inferences from our observations.

It is, I admit, mere imagination; but how often is imagination the mother of truth?

There is no scent so pleasant to my nostrils as that faint, subtle reek which comes from an ancient book.

The good Watson had at that time deserted me for a wife, the only selfish action I can recall in our association. I was alone.

The love of books is among the choicest gifts of the gods.