Data!data!data!" he cried impatiently. "I can't make bricks without clay.

There is a soul-jealousy that can be as frantic as any body-jealousy.

The great bell of Beaulieu was ringing. Far away through the forest might be heard its musical clangor and swell.

Where there is no imagination there is no horror.

Education never ends, Watson. It is a series of lessons, with the greatest for the last.

The lowest and vilest alleys of London do not present a more dreadful record of sin than does the smiling and beautiful countryside.

There is nothing more stimulating than a case where everything goes against you.