Book: The Hound Of The Baskervilles

I have only some relevance to science, Mr. Holmes: that is to say, a picker up of shells on the shore of a vast ocean of knowledge.

I struggle with evil as its modest forces and capabilities, but to rebel against the father of evil himself would, perhaps, be too presumptuous of me.

If the mind and the life of the road you, stay away from peatlands.

- What do you think, where was I?
- Also did not move.
On the contrary, I was in Devonshire.
- Mentally?
Exactly. My body has remained in this armchair and, as I, unfortunately, see destroyed in my absence two large mugs of coffee and an incredible amount of tobacco.

The world is full of obvious things which nobody notices.

Times are changing and we must change with them.

- You armed, Lestrade?
The little detective smiled.
Again my pants, then, and back pocket they have, and if there is a back pocket, so it is not empty.

It is something to have touched bottom anywhere is this bog in which we are floundering.
It is not easy to find the bottom in the swamp, where we floundered.

Some people without possessing extraordinary abilities, are masters to ignite them in others.

Success is not always given to us. An investigator needs facts and not legends or rumours.

Women's eyes speak louder than words.

The more absurd and rougher you think of any detail, the more attention it deserves. The circumstances, which at first glance only complicate the matter, often lead you to a solution.

Know less tormented by terror than innuendo and speculation.

Truly a monster must be the man who has not one woman to mourn him!