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.

My sister and I, you will recollect, were twins, and you know how subtle are the links which bind two souls which are so closely allied.

When you have eliminated the impossible, what is left, no matter how unlikely, is the truth.

It’s every man’s business to see justice done.

A fine horse or a beautiful woman, I cannot look at them unmoved, even now when seventy winters have chilled my blood.

The more we progress the more we tend to progress. We advance not in arithmetical but in geometrical progression. We draw compound interest on the whole capital of knowledge and virtue which has been accumulated since the dawning of time.

Data!data!data!" he cried impatiently. "I can't make bricks without clay.