Evil indeed is the man who has not one woman to mourn him.

I never guess. It is a shocking habit destructive to the logical faculty.

Anything seems commonplace, once explained.

A study of family portraits is enough to convert a man to the theory of reincarnation.

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.

Steel True, Blade Straight *In 1955, Doyle's family sold Windlesham, which was turned into a hotel. The bodies of Conan Doyle and his wife, Jean, were moved to a grave at Minstead Churchyard, Hampshire.

The ways of fate are indeed hard to understand. If there is not some compensation hereafter, then the world is a cruel jest.