Wipe your glasses with what you know.

I will not say nothing. I will defend my church and my religion when it is insulted and spit on.

And if he had judged her harshly? If her life were a simple rosary of hours, her life simple and strange as a bird's life, gay in the morning, restless all day, tired at sundown? Her heart simple and willful as a bird's heart?

His heart danced upon her movements like a cork upon a tide. He heard what her eyes said to him from beneath their cowl and knew that in some dim past, whether in life or revery, he had heard their tale before.

History, Stephen said, is a nightmare from which I am trying to awake.

A man of genius makes no mistakes; his errors are volitional and are the portals of discovery.

There's no police like Holmes.