. . . the chief proof of man's real greatness lies in his perception of his own smallness. |
`I am inclined to think -' said I. `I should do so,' Sherlock Holmes remarked impatiently. |
`Is there any point to which you would wish to draw my attention?' `To the curious incident of the dog in the night-time.' `The dog did nothing in the night-time.' `That was the curious incident,' remarked Sherlock Holmes. |
'Accounts are not quite settled between us,' said she, with a passion that equaled my own. 'I can love, and I can hate. You had your choice. You chose to spurn the first; now you must test the other.' |
A client is to me a mere unit, a factor in a problem. |
A gruff murmur from the others showed that they were of one mind with the prince. The light of the torches from the walls beat upon the line of stern faces at the high table. They had sat like flint, and the Italian shrank from their inexorable eyes. He looked swiftly round, but armed men choked every entrance. The shadow of death had fallen athwart his soul. |
A little monograph on the ashes of one hundred and forty different varieties of pipe, cigar, and cigarette tobacco. |
A long series of sterile weeks lay behind us, and here at last there was a fitting object for those remarkable powers which, like all special gifts, become irksome to their owner when they are not in use. |
A long shot, Watson, a very long shot! |
A man loses his fortune; he gains earnestness. His eyesight goes; it leads him to a spirituality. The girl loses her beauty; she becomes more sympathetic. We think we are pushing our own way bravely, but there is a great Hand in ours all the time. |
A man should keep his little brain attic stocked with all the furniture that he is likely to use, and the rest he can put away in the lumber-room of his library, where he can get it if he wants it. |
A minute later the bailiff and four of his men rode past him on their journey back to Southampton, the other two having been chosen as grave-diggers. As they passed Alleyne saw that one of the men was wiping his sword-blade upon the mane of his horse. A deadly sickness came over him at the sight, and sitting down by the wayside he burst out weeping, with his nerves all in a jangle. It was a terrible world thought he, and it was hard to know which were the most to be dreaded, the knaves or the men of the law. |
A wave of panic passed over the vessel, and these rough and hardy men, who feared no mortal foe, shook with terror at the shadows of their own minds. |
All other men are specialists, but his specialty is omniscience. |
And now, Doctor, we've done our work, so it's time we had some play. A sandwich and a cup of coffee, and then off to violin-land, where all is sweetness and delicacy and harmony, and there are no red-headed clients to vex us with their conundrums. |