“How ever did you see that?” “Because I looked for it.”
There seems to me to be absolutely no limit to the inanity and credulity of the human race. Homo Sapiens! Homo idioticus!
The ways of fate are indeed hard to understand. If there is not some compensation hereafter, then the world is a cruel jest.
It is the small men and not the great who hold their noses in the air.
Anything seems commonplace, once explained.
I could not rest, Watson, I could not sit quiet in my chair, if I thought that such a man as Professor Moriarty were walking the streets of London unchallenged.