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.
Arthur Conan DoyleTo let the brain work without sufficient material is like racing an engine. It racks itself to pieces.
Arthur Conan DoyleAh! my dear Watson, there we come into those realms of conjecture, where the most logical mind may be at fault. Sherlock Holmes speaking with Dr. Watson.
Arthur Conan Doyle