My sister and I, you will recollect, were twins, and you know how subtle are the links which bind two souls which are so closely allied.

No violence, gentlemen — no violence, I beg of you! Consider the furniture!

My mind rebels at stagnation, give me problems, give me work!

We had got as far as this, when who should walk in but the gentleman himself, who had been drinking his beer in the taproom and had heard the whole conversation. Who was I? What did I want? What did I mean by asking questions? He had a fine flow of language, and his adjectives were very vigorous.

The stage lost a fine actor, even as science lost an acute reasoner, when [Holmes] became a specialist in crime.

If you had killed Watson, you would not have got out of this room alive.

It is the sweetest spring within the memory of man. So green, so mild, so beautiful! Ah, what a contrast between nature without and my own soul so torn with doubt and terror!