His incredible untidiness, his addiction to music at strange hours, his occasional revolver practice within doors, his weird and often malodorous scientific experiments, and the atmosphere of violence and danger which hung around him made him the very worst tenant in London.

When such men, who are beyond hope and fear, begin in their dim minds to see the source their woes, it may be an evil time for those who have wronged them. The weak man becomes strong when he has nothing, for then only can he feel the wild, mad thrill of despair.

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.

I love and am loved by a better man than he.

Education never ends, Watson. It is a series of lessons, with the greatest for the last.

This looks like one of those unwelcome social summonses which call upon a man either to be bored or to lie.

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