If you want to write good copy, you must be where the things are.

To a great mind, nothing is little,' remarked Holmes, sententiously.

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

If in 100 years I am only known as the man who invented Sherlock Holmes then I will have considered my life a failure.

Was it hardness, was it selfishness, that she should ask me to risk my life for her own glorification? Such thoughts may come to middle age; but never to ardent three-and-twenty in the fever of his first love.

No violence, gentlemen — no violence, I beg of you! Consider the furniture!

Oh how I've missed you, Holmes.