It is quite a three-pipe problem.

It is only goodness which gives extras, and so I say again that we have much to hope from the flowers.

It's a wicked world, and when a clever man turns his brain to crime it is the worst of all.

A sandwich and a cup of coffee, and then off to violin-land, where all is sweetness and delicacy and harmony.

The larger crimes are apt to be the simpler, for the bigger the crime, the more obvious, as a rule, is the motive.

When the impossible has been eliminated, all that remains no matter how improbable is possible.

Philosophy, astronomy, and politics were marked at zero, I remember. Botany variable, geology profound as regards the mud stains from any region within fifty miles of town, chemistry eccentric, anatomy unsystematic, sensational literature and crime records unique, violin player, boxer, swordsman, lawyer, and self-poisoner by cocaine and tobacco.