Never trust to general impressions, my boy, but concentrate yourself upon details.

[Sherlock Holmes:] The temptation to form premature theories upon insufficient data is the bane of our profession.

I have heard, Mr. Holmes, that you can see deeply into the manifold wickedness of the human heart.

To his eyes all seemed beautiful, but to me a tinge of melancholy lay upon the countryside, which bore so clearly the mark of the waning year, Yellow leaves carpeted the lanes and fluttered down upon us as we passed, The rattle of our wheels died away as we drove through drifts of rotting vegetation--sad gifts, as it seemed to me, for Nature to throw before the carriage of the returning heir of the Baskervilles.

You have been in Afghanistan I perceive.

It is with nations as it is with individuals. A book of history is a book of sermons.

I think that I had better go, Holmes." "Not a bit, doctor. Stay where you are. I am lost without my Boswell.