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“One can be the master of what one does, but never of what one feels.”
― Gustave Flaubert

“I hope you weren’t looking to me to be the voice of reason. I keep to a strict diet of ill-advised enthusiasm and heartfelt regret.”
― Leigh Bardugo, Ruin and Rising

“It's not exciting if nothing can go wrong.”
― Leigh Bardugo, King of Scars

“It has long been an axiom of mine that the little things are infinitely the most important.”
― Sir Arthur Conan Doyle, The Memoirs of Sherlock Holmes

“It is a capital mistake to theorise before one has data. Insensibly one begins to twist facts to suit theories, instead of theories to suit facts.”
― Arthur Conan Doyle, The Adventures of Sherlock Holmes

“When once your point of view is changed, the very thing which was so damning becomes a clue to the truth.”
― Arthur Conan Doyle, The Case-Book of Sherlock Holmes

“Where there is no imagination, there is no horror.”
― Arthur Conan Doyle, A Study in Scarlet

“I get in the dumps at times, and don't open my mouth for days on end. You must not think I am sulky when I do that. Just let me alone, and I'll soon be right.”
― Arthur Conan Doyle, A Study in Scarlet

“It is stupidity rather than courage to refuse to recognize danger when it is close upon you.”
― Arthur Conan Doyle, The Memoirs of Sherlock Holmes

“You must write for yourself, above all. That is your only hope of creating something beautiful.”
― Gustave Flaubert

“Why should you go further in it? What have you to gain from it?'
'What, indeed? It is art for art's sake, Watson. I suppose when you doctored, you found yourself studying cases without thought of a fee?'
'For my education, Holmes.'
'Education never ends, Watson. It is a series of lessons with the greatest for the last.”
― Arthur Conan Doyle

“I confess that I have been as blind as a mole, but is is better to learn wisdom late than never to learn it at all.”
― Arthur Conan Doyle, The Adventures of Sherlock Holmes

“I am irritated by my own writing. I am like a violinist whose ear is true, but whose fingers refuse to reproduce precisely the sound he hears within.”
― Gustave Flaubert