I am the most incurably lazy devil that ever stood in shoe leather.

A sandwich and a cup of coffee, and then off to violin-land, where all is sweetness and delicacy and harmony.

In the year 1878 I took my degree of Doctor of Medicine of the University of London, and proceeded to Netley to go through the course prescribed for surgeons in the army. Having completed my studies there, I was duly attached to the Fifth Northumberland Fusiliers as Assistant Surgeon.

What a creature he was! Never have I felt such a horse between my knees. His great haunches gathered under him with every stride, and he shot forward ever faster and faster, stretched like a greyhound, while the windbeat in my face and whistled past my ears.

If you had killed Watson, you would not have got out of this room alive.

There is nothing more deceptive than an obvious fact.

Work is the best antidote to sorrow, my dear Watson.