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

Well, I'm a bacteriologist, you know. I live in a nine-hundred-diameter microscope. I can hardly claim to take serious notice of anything that I can see with my naked eye.

It is an old maxim of mine that when you have excluded the impossible, whatever remains, however improbable, must be the truth.

I am not the law, but I represent justice so far as my feeble powers go.

The soul is swayed by the waters.

We had got as far as this, when who should walk in but the gentleman himself, who had been drinking his beer in the taproom and had heard the whole conversation. Who was I? What did I want? What did I mean by asking questions? He had a fine flow of language, and his adjectives were very vigorous.

It is decreed by a merciful Nature that the human brain cannot think of two things simultaneously . . .