Ah! my dear Watson, there we come into those realms of conjecture, where the most logical mind may be at fault. Sherlock Holmes speaking with Dr. Watson.

To let the brain work without sufficient material is like racing an engine. It racks itself to pieces.

I have seen too much not to know that the impression of a woman may be more valuable than the conclusion of an analytical reasoner.

Of all ghosts the ghosts of our old loves are the worst.

Is there any point to which you would wish to draw my attention?' To the curious incident of the dog in the night-time.' The dog did nothing in the night-time.' That was the curious incident,' remarked Sherlock Holmes.

I can never bring you to realize the importance of sleeves, the suggestiveness of thumb-nails, or the great issues that may hang from a boot-lace.

Work is the best antidote to sorrow, my dear Watson.