Might I trouble you to open the window, for chloroform vapour does not help the palate.

Life, my dear Watson, is infinitely stranger than fiction; stranger than anything which the mind of man could invent. We could not conceive the things that are merely commonplace to existence. If we could hover over this great city, remove the roofs, and peep in at the things going on, it would make all fiction, with its conventionalities and foreseen conclusions flat, stale and unprofitable.

Eliminate all other factors, and the one which remains must be the truth.

The Press, Watson, is a most valuable institution, if you only know how to use it.

There are heroisms all round us waiting to be done.

When you have one of the first brains of Europe up against you, and all the powers of darkness at his back, there are infinite possibilities.

It is the small men and not the great who hold their noses in the air.