What can we know? What are we all? Poor silly half-brained things peering out at the infinite, with the aspirations of angels and the instinct of beasts.
Arthur Conan DoyleIt is only goodness which gives extras, and so I say again that we have much to hope from the flowers.
Arthur Conan DoyleWhy should people ever take credit for charity when they must know that they cannot gain as much pleasure out of their guineas in any other fashion?
Arthur Conan DoyleTo his eyes all seemed beautiful, but to me a tinge of melancholy lay upon the countryside, which bore so clearly the mark of the waning year, Yellow leaves carpeted the lanes and fluttered down upon us as we passed, The rattle of our wheels died away as we drove through drifts of rotting vegetation--sad gifts, as it seemed to me, for Nature to throw before the carriage of the returning heir of the Baskervilles.
Arthur Conan Doyle