The future was with Fate. The present was our own.

You mentioned your name as if I should recognize it, but beyond the obvious facts that you are a bachelor, a solicitor, a freemason, and an asthmatic, I know nothing whatever about you.

The lowest and vilest alleys of London do not present a more dreadful record of sin than does the smiling and beautiful countryside.

The weak man becomes strong when he has nothing, for then only can he feel the wild, mad thrill of despair.

Mediocrity knows nothing higher than itself, but talent instantly recognizes genius.

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

Populus me sibilat, at mihi plaudo Ipse domi stimul ac nummos contemplar in arca. (The public hiss at me, but I cheer myself when in my own house I contemplate the coins in my strong-box.)