A trusty comrade is always of use; and a chronicler still more so.

...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.

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.

Strange indeed is human nature. Here were these men, to whom murder was familiar, who again and again had struck down the father of the family, some man against whom they had no personal feeling, without one thought of compunction or of compassion for his weeping wife or helpless children, and yet the tender or pathetic in music could move them to tears.

It is only goodness which gives extras, and so I say again that we have much to hope from the flowers.

It is, I admit, mere imagination; but how often is imagination the mother of truth?

I'm not a psychopath, I'm a fully functioning sociopath. Do your research.