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

When the impossible has been eliminated, all that remains no matter how improbable is possible.

Any truth is better than indefinite doubt.

I had ... come to an entirely erroneous conclusion, which shows, my dear Watson, how dangerous it always is to reason from insufficient data.

There's a light in a woman's eyes that speaks louder than words.

A man should keep his little brain attic stocked with all the furniture that he is likely to use, and the rest he can put away in the lumber-room of his library, where he can get it if he wants it.

To all the world he was the man of violence, half animal and half demon; but to her he always remained the little wilful boy of her own girlhood, the child who had clung to her hand. Evil indeed is the man who has not one woman to mourn him.