There is no scent so pleasant to my nostrils as that faint, subtle reek which comes from an ancient book.

You wish to put me in the dark. I tell you that I will never be put in the dark. You wish to beat me. I tell you that you will never beat me.

The less experienced a doctor is, the higher are his notions of professional dignity . . .

The fair sex is your department.

We surely know by some nameless instinct more about our futures than we think we know.

Women are naturally secretive, and they like to do their own secreting.

I should be very much obliged if you would slip your revolver into your pocket. An Eley's No. 2 is an excellent argument with gentlemen who can twist steel pokers into knots. That and a tooth-brush are, I think, all that we need.