It is the small men and not the great who hold their noses in the air.

All right, Watson. Don’t look so scared,” he muttered in a very weak voice. “It’s not as bad as it seems.” “Thank God for that!” “I’m a bit of a single-stick expert, as you know. I took most of them on my guard. It was the second man that was too much for me.” “What can I do, Holmes? Of course, it was that damned fellow who set them on. I’ll go and thrash the hide off him if you give the word.” “Good old Watson!(...)

There's a light in a woman's eyes that speaks louder than words.

We balance probabilities and choose the most likely. It is the scientific use of the imagination.

His neighbor is a tooth-drawer. That bag at his girdle is full of the teeth that he drew at Winchester fair. I warrant that there are more sound ones than sorry, for he is quick at his work and a trifle dim in the eye.

A man with so large a brain must have something in it.

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