The sky was of the deepest blue, with a few white, fleecy clouds drifting lazily across it, and the air was filled with the low drone of insects or with a sudden sharper note as bee or bluefly shot past with its quivering, long-drawn hum, like an insect tuning-fork.

[Sherlock Holmes:] The temptation to form premature theories upon insufficient data is the bane of our profession.

It is a fool's plan to teach a man to be a cur in peace, and think that he will be a lion in war.

Nothing clears up a case so much as stating it to another person.

We must look for consistency. Where there is a want of it we must suspect deception.

I cannot live without brainwork. What else is there to live for

I never guess. It is a shocking habit destructive to the logical faculty.