The love of books is among the choicest gifts of the gods.

I am afraid that I rather give myself away when I explain," said he. "Results without causes are much more impressive.

[Sherlock Holmes:] The temptation to form premature theories upon insufficient data is the bane of our profession.

The mighty voice of Canada will ever call to me.

Do you know, Watson," said he, "that it is one of the curses of a mind with a turn like mine that I must look at everything with reference to my own special subject. You look at these scattered houses, and you are impressed by their beauty. I look at them, and the only thought which comes to me is a feeling of their isolation and of the impunity with which crime may be committed there.

...Holmes, who loathed every form of society with his whole Bohemian soul, remained in our lodgings in Baker Street, buried among his old books, and alternating from week to week between cocaine and ambition, the drowsiness of the drug, and the fierce energy of his own keen nature.

The weak man becomes strong when he has nothing, for then only can he feel the wild, mad thrill of despair.