You never tire of the moor. You cannot think the wonderful secrets which it contains. It is so vast, and so barren, and so mysterious.

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

There are no fools so troublesome as those who have some wit.

Perhaps, when a man has special knowledge and special powers like my own, it rather encourages him to seek a complex explanation when a simpler one is at hand.

We surely know by some nameless instinct more about our futures than we think we know.

Crime is common. Logic is rare. Therefore it is upon the logic rather than upon the crime that you should dwell.

We have much to hope from the flowers.