There is danger for him who taketh the tiger cub, and danger also for whoso snatches a delusion from a woman.

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

I carry my own church about under my own hat," said I. "Bricks and mortar won't make a staircase to heaven. I believe with your Master that the human heart is the best temple.

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

Life is infinitely stranger than anything which the mind of man could invent.

You never tire of the moor. You cannot think the wonderful secrets which it contains. It is so vast, and so barren, and so mysterious.

"I can see nothing," said I, handing it back to my friend. "On the contrary, Watson, you can see everything. You fail, however, to reason from what you see. You are too timid in drawing your inferences."