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

The good Watson had at that time deserted me for a wife, the only selfish action I can recall in our association. I was alone.

But love is an emotional thing, and whatever is emotional is opposed to that true cold reason which I place above all things.

This looks like one of those unwelcome social summonses which call upon a man either to be bored or to lie.

The weak man becomes strong when he has nothing, for then only can he feel the wild, mad thrill of despair.

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

One forms provisional theories and waits for time or fuller knowledge to explode them. A bad habit, Mr. Ferguson, but human nature is weak. Sherlock Holmes speaking with Dr. Watson.