The more we progress the more we tend to progress. We advance not in arithmetical but in geometrical progression. We draw compound interest on the whole capital of knowledge and virtue which has been accumulated since the dawning of time.

The soul is swayed by the waters.

To a great mind, nothing is little,' remarked Holmes, sententiously.

I am engaged in answering that Italian buffoon, Mazotti, whose views upon the larval development of the tropical termites have excited my derision and contempt . . .

Some facts should be suppressed, or, at least, a just sense of proportion should be observed in treating them.

He is not a bad fellow, though an absolute imbecile in his profession. He has one positive virtue. He is as brave as a bulldog and as tenacious as a lobster if he gets his claws upon anyone.

This looks like one of those unwelcome social summonses which call upon a man either to be bored or to lie.