There is no scent so pleasant to my nostrils as that faint, subtle reek which comes from an ancient book.
You are my heart, my life, my one and only thought.
As a rule, the more bizarre a thing is, the less mysterious it proves to be.
...while the individual man is an insoluble puzzle, in the aggregate he becomes a mathematical certainty.
The Adventure of the Noble Bachelor
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.