It is a question of cubic capacity,” said he; “a man with so large a brain must have something in it.
We give you best, Holmes. I believe you are the devil himself.
It is only when you touch the higher that you realize how low we may be among the possibilities of creation.
I abhour the dull routine of existence” – Sherlock Holmes.
You know, Watson, I don’t mind confessing to you that I have always had an idea that I would have made a highly efficient criminal. – Sherlock Holmes.
Exactly, Watson. Pathetic and futile. But is not all life pathetic and futile? Is not his story a microcosm of the whole? We reach. We grasp. And what is left in our hands at the end? A shadow. Or worse than a shadow – misery.
A strong wind sang sadly as it bent the trees in front of the Hall. A half moon shone through the dark, flying clouds on to the wild and empty moor.
Kalau kausingkirkan semua yang mustahil, apa pun yang tersisa, betapapun mustahilnya, adalah kebenaran.
Omne ignotum pro magnifico.
What is out of the common is usually a guide rather than a hindrance.
Wir sind gewohnt dass die Menschen verhohnen was sie nicht verstehen.
A wondrous subtle thing is love, for here were we two, who had never seen each other before that day, between whom no word or even look of affection had ever passed, and yet now in an hour of trouble our hands instinctively sought for each other.
This fellow will not go wrong again; he is too terribly frightened. Send him to gaol now, and you make him a gaol-bird for life. Besides, it is the season of forgiveness. Chance has put in our way a most singular and whimsical problem, and its solution is its own reward.
I am afraid, my dear Watson, that most of your conclusions were erroneous. When I said that you stimulated me I meant, to be frank, that in noting your fallacies I was occasionally guided towards the truth. Not that you are entirely wrong in this instance.
Could he throw no light?
Brain, character, soul – only as one sees more of life does one understand how distinct is each.
I had no friends who would call upon me and break the monotony of my daily existence.
The difficulty is to detach the framework of fact – of absolute undeniable fact – from the embellishments of theorists and reporters.
Exactly. Since it is morally justifiable, I have only to consider the question of personal risk. Surely a gentleman should not lay much stress upon this, when a lady is in most desperate need of his help?
He chuckled to himself and rubbed his long, nervous hands together.