Violence does, in truth, recoil upon the violent, and the schemer falls into the pit which he digs for another.

The husband was a teetotaller, there was no other woman, and the conduct complained of was that he had drifted into the habit of winding up every meal by taking out his false teeth and hurling them at his wife.

He seems to have declared war on the King’s English as well as on the English king.

We must look for consistency. Where there is a want of it we must suspect deception.

I followed you.' I saw no one.' That is what you may expect to see when I follow you.

I say, Watson,’ he whispered, ‘would you be afraid to sleep in the same room as a lunatic, a man with softening of the brain, an idiot whose mind has lost its grip?’ ‘Not in the least,’ I answered in astonishment. ‘Ah, that’s lucky,’ he said, and not another word would he utter that night.

The less experienced a doctor is, the higher are his notions of professional dignity . . .