I felt Holmes's hand steal into mine and give me a reassuring shake. - Watson

I trust that age doth not wither nor custom stale my infinite variety.

Now is the dramatic moment of fate, Watson, when you hear a step upon the stair which is walking into your life, and you know not whether for good or ill.

Have you tried to drive a harpoon through a body? No? Tut, tut, my dear sir, you must really pay attention to these details.

There are heroisms all round us waiting to be done.

The stage lost a fine actor, even as science lost an acute reasoner, when [Holmes] became a specialist in crime.

He spoke wistfully of a sudden leaving, a breaking of old ties, a flight into a strange world, ending in this dreary valley, and Ettie listened, her dark eyes gleaming with pity and with sympathy - those two qualities which may turn so rapidly and so naturally to love.