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‘The proper study of mankind is man,’
No man burdens his mind with small matters unless he has some very good reason for doing so.
all life is a great chain, the nature of which is known whenever we are shown a single link of it.
There are vague memories in our souls of those misty centuries when the world was in its childhood.”
Eliminate all other factors, and the one which remains must be the truth.”
I never guess. It is a shocking habit — destructive to the logical faculty.
“I never make exceptions. An exception disproves the rule.
when you have eliminated the impossible, whatever remains, however improbable, must be the truth?
not scrambled off. That was how he came to leave his club,
“You see, but you do not observe.
“It has long been an axiom of mine that the little things are infinitely the most important.
it is better to learn wisdom late than never to learn it at all.”
Crime is common. Logic is rare. Therefore it is upon the logic rather than upon the crime that you should dwell.
Any truth is better than indefinite doubt.
“It is of the highest importance in the art of detection to be able to recognize, out of a number of facts, which are incidental and which vital. Otherwise your energy and attention must be dissipated instead of being concentrated.
The features are given to man as the means by which he shall express his emotions, and yours are faithful servants.”
It is only goodness which gives extras, and so I say again that we have much to hope from the flowers.”
it is stupidity rather than courage to refuse to recognize danger when it is close upon you.
“The world is full of obvious things which nobody by any chance ever observes.
It is a singular thing, but I find that a concentrated atmosphere helps a concentration of thought.
“I guess it is ourselves and not the house that we have to blame!” said the baronet. “We were tired with our journey and chilled by our drive, so we took a gray view of the place. Now we are fresh and well, so it is all cheerful once more.”
Evil indeed is the man who has not one woman to mourn him.
“Work is the best antidote to sorrow,
“Can a husband ever carry about a secret all his life and a woman who loves him have no suspicion of it?
‘I have been in the Valley of Fear. I am not out of it yet.’
It is, I admit, mere imagination; but how often is imagination the mother of truth?
“Education never ends, Watson. It is a series of lessons with the greatest for the last.
The features are given to man as the means by which he shall express his emotions, and yours are faithful servants.”
“I play the game for the game’s own sake,”
when all other contingencies fail, whatever remains, however improbable, must be the truth.
To let the brain work without sufficient material is like racing an engine. It racks itself to pieces.
