Anything seems commonplace, once explained.

It's quite exciting," said Sherlock Holmes, with a yawn.

You have a grand gift for silence, Watson. It makes you quite invaluable as a companion.

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

I do hate the City of London! It is the only thing which ever comes between us.

It is a great thing to start life with a small number of really good books which are your very own.

All right, Watson. Don’t look so scared,” he muttered in a very weak voice. “It’s not as bad as it seems.” “Thank God for that!” “I’m a bit of a single-stick expert, as you know. I took most of them on my guard. It was the second man that was too much for me.” “What can I do, Holmes? Of course, it was that damned fellow who set them on. I’ll go and thrash the hide off him if you give the word.” “Good old Watson!(...)