It is more than possible; it is probable.

It was in the days when France's power was already broken upon the seas, and when more of her three-deckers lay rotting in the Medway than were to be found in Brest harbour. But her frigates and corvettes still scoured the ocean, closely followed ever by those of her rival. At the uttermost ends of the earth these dainty vessels, with sweet names of girls or of flowers, mangled and shattered each other for the honour of the four yards of bunting which flapped from the end of their gaffs.

If you had killed Watson, you would not have got out of this room alive.

Still, it is an error to argue in front of your data. You find yourself insensibly twisting them round to fit your theories.

To let the brain work without sufficient material is like racing an engine. It racks itself to pieces.

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

The weak man becomes strong when he has nothing, for then only can he feel the wild, mad thrill of despair.