I am not the law, but I represent justice so far as my feeble powers go.

It is, I admit, mere imagination; but how often is imagination the mother of truth?

Never trust to general impressions, my boy, but concentrate yourself upon details.

I have heard, Mr. Holmes, that you can see deeply into the manifold wickedness of the human heart.

The ways of fate are indeed hard to understand. If there is not some compensation hereafter, then the world is a cruel jest.

It may be that you are not yourself luminous, but that you are a conductor of light. Some people without possessing genius have a remarkable power of stimulating it.

I should be very much obliged if you would slip your revolver into your pocket. An Eley's No. 2 is an excellent argument with gentlemen who can twist steel pokers into knots. That and a tooth-brush are, I think, all that we need.