I have heard, Mr. Holmes, that you can see deeply into the manifold wickedness of the human heart.

"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."

I am an omnivorous reader with a strangely retentive memory for trifles.

There's an east wind coming all the same, such a wind as never blew on England yet. It will be cold and bitter, Watson, and a good many of us may wither before its blast. But it's God's own wind none the less and a cleaner, better stronger land will lie in the sunshine when the storm has cleared.

When a doctor does go wrong he is the first of criminals. He has nerve and he has knowledge.

I consider that a man's brain originally is like a little empty attic, and you have to stock it with such furniture as you choose.

My business is that of every other good citizen - to uphold the law.