Have read little and understood less.

Saying that a great genius is mad, while at the same time recognizing his artistic worth, is like saying that he had rheumatism or suffered from diabetes. Madness, in fact, is a medical term that can claim no more notice from the objective critic than he grants the charge of heresy raised by the theologian, or the charge of immorality raised by the police.

I was happier then. Or was that I? Or am I now I? Can't bring back time. Like holding water in your hand. Would you go back to then? Just beginning then. Would you?

We are bound together by the sympathy of our antipathies.

What was after the universe? Nothing. But was there anything round the universe to show where it stopped before the nothing place began?

His heart danced upon her movement like a cork upon a tide.

There's no police like Holmes.