Women are naturally secretive, and they like to do their own secreting.

I am a brain, Watson. The rest of me is a mere appendix.

Anything is better than stagnation.

I consider that a man's brain originally is like a little empty attic, and you have to stock it with such furniture as you choose.

I feel that there is reason lurking in you somewhere, so we will patiently grope round for it.

He seems to have declared war on the King’s English as well as on the English king.

There's an east wind coming all the same, such a wind as never blew on England yet. It will be cold and bitter, Watson, and a good many of us may wither before its blast. But it's God's own wind none the less and a cleaner, better stronger land will lie in the sunshine when the storm has cleared.