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

I am an omnivorous reader with a strangely retentive memory for trifles.

The great bell of Beaulieu was ringing. Far away through the forest might be heard its musical clangor and swell.

Ex-Professor Moriarty of mathematical celebrity... is the Napoleon of crime, Watson.

Art in the blood is liable to take the strangest forms.

The sky was of the deepest blue, with a few white, fleecy clouds drifting lazily across it, and the air was filled with the low drone of insects or with a sudden sharper note as bee or bluefly shot past with its quivering, long-drawn hum, like an insect tuning-fork.

In shape they were like horrible toads, and moved in a succession of springs, but in size they were of an incredible bulk, larger than the largest elephant. We had never before seen them save at night, and indeed they are nocturnal animals save when disturbed in their lairs, as these had been. We now stood amazed at the sight, for their blotched and warty skins were of a curious fish-like iridescence, and the sunlight struck them with an ever-varying rainbow bloom as they moved.