To let the brain work without sufficient material is like racing an engine. It racks itself to pieces.

How sweet the morning air is! ...How small we feel with our petty ambitions and strivings in the presence of the great elemental forces of Nature!

“How ever did you see that?” “Because I looked for it.”

It has long been an axiom of mine that the little things are infinitely the most important.

Life, it turns out, is infinitely more clever and adaptable than anyone had ever supposed.

The more outré and grotesque an incident is the more carefully it deserves to be examined.

Steel True, Blade Straight *In 1955, Doyle's family sold Windlesham, which was turned into a hotel. The bodies of Conan Doyle and his wife, Jean, were moved to a grave at Minstead Churchyard, Hampshire.