When the soul of a man is born in this country there are nets flown at it to hold it back from flight.

That ideal reader suffering from an ideal insomnia.

Gazing up into the darkness I saw myself as a creature driven and derided by vanity; and my eyes burned with anguish and anger.

Wipe your glosses with what you know.

There's no police like Holmes.

Wipe your glasses with what you know.

Better pass boldly into that other world, in the full glory of some passion, than fade and wither dismally with age.