It is stupidity rather than courage to refuse to recognize danger when it is close upon you.

His sanguine spirit turns every firefly into a star.

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

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

If the man who observes the myriad stars, and considers that they and their innumerable satellites move in their serene dignity through the heavens, each swinging clear of the other's orbit-if, I say, the man who sees this cannot realise the Creator's attributes without the help of the book of Job, then his view of things is beyond my understanding.

The stage lost a fine actor, even as science lost an acute reasoner, when [Holmes] became a specialist in crime.

Still, it is an error to argue in front of your data. You find yourself insensibly twisting them round to fit your theories.