No: I am not tired. I have a curious constitution. I never remember feeling tired by work, though idleness exhausts me completely." ~ Sherlock Holmes

Life, it turns out, is infinitely more clever and adaptable than anyone had ever supposed.

Yet birth, and lust, and illness, and death are changeless things, and when one of these harsh facts springs out upon a man at some sudden turn of the path of life, it dashes off for the moment his mask of civilization and gives a glimpse of the stranger and stronger face below.

A man always finds it hard to realize that he may have finally lost a woman's love, however badly he may have treated her.

My mind rebels at stagnation. Give me problems, give me work, give me the most abstruse cryptogram, or the most intricate analysis, and I am in my own proper atmosphere. But I abhor the dull routine of existence. I crave for mental exaltation.

Skill is fine, and genius is splendid, but the right contacts are more valuable than either.

You yourself may not be luminous, but you are a conductor of light.