Clouds of insects danced and buzzed in the golden autumn light, and the air was full of the piping of the song-birds. Long, glinting dragonflies shot across the path, or hung tremulous with gauzy wings and gleaming bodies.
Arthur Conan DoyleIt has long been an axiom of mine that the little things are infinitely the most important.
Arthur Conan DoyleAs a rule, said Holmes, the more bizarre a thing is the less mysterious it proves to be. It is your commonplace, featureless crimes which are really puzzling, just as a commonplace face is the most difficult to identify.
Arthur Conan DoyleEverything comes in circles. [...] The old wheel turns, and the same spoke comes up. It's all been done before, and will be again.
Arthur Conan Doyle