He is not a bad fellow, though an absolute imbecile in his profession. He has one positive virtue. He is as brave as a bulldog and as tenacious as a lobster if he gets his claws upon anyone.
I know, my dear Watson, that you share my love of all that is bizarre and outside the conventions and humdrum routine of daily life.
Let me see. What are my other shortcomings?
You mentioned your name as if I should recognize it, but beyond the obvious facts that you are a bachelor, a solicitor, a freemason, and an asthmatic, I know nothing whatever about you.
Draw your chair up, and hand me my violin, for the only problem which we have still to solve is how to while away these bleak autumnal evenings.
It is more than possible; it is probable.
It is not my intention to be fulsome, but I confess that I covet your skull.
For the one and only time I caught a glimpse of a great heart as well as of a great brain.
I think there are certain crimes which the law cannot touch, and which therefore, to some extent, justify private revenge.
Have you tried to drive a harpoon through a body? No? Tut, tut, my dear sir, you must really pay attention to these details.
Of all ruins, that of a noble mind is the most deplorable.
There is a mystery about this which stimulates the imagination; where there is no imagination there is no horror.
I am the most incurably lazy devil that ever stood in shoe leather.
The devil’s agents may be of flesh and blood, may they not?
You cannot see the lettuce and the dressing without suspecting a salad.
If you want to write good copy, you must be where the things are.
If you had killed Watson, you would not have got out of this room alive.
I’m not a psychopath, I’m a fully functioning sociopath. Do your research.
Crime is common. Logic is rare. Therefore it is upon the logic rather than upon the crime that you should dwell.
My business is that of every other good citizen – to uphold the law.