It is, I admit, mere imagination; but how often is imagination the mother of truth?
I trust that age doth not wither nor custom stale my infinite variety.
I wanted to end the world but,I'll settle for ending yours.
Now is the dramatic moment of fate, Watson, when you hear a step upon the stair which is walking into your life, and you know not whether for good or ill.
“How ever did you see that?” “Because I looked for it.”
When the impossible has been eliminated, all that remains no matter how improbable is possible.