The devil’s agents may be of flesh and blood, may they not?

The goose we retained until this morning, when there were signs that, in spite of the slight frost, it would be well that it should be eaten without delay. Its finder has carried it off therefore to fulfil the ultimate destiny of a goose.

You have a grand gift for silence, Watson. It makes you quite invaluable as a companion.

Why 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?

But love is an emotional thing, and whatever is emotional is opposed to that true cold reason which I place above all things.

You mentioned your name as if I should recognize it, but beyond the obvious facts that you are a bachelor, a solicitor, a freemason, and an asthmatic, I know nothing whatever about you.

I suppose I shall have to compound a felony as usual.