One Must Wait Till It Comes.

There Is Nothing More To Be Said Or To Be Done Tonight, So Hand Me Over My Violin And Let Us Try To Forget For Half An Hour The Miserable Weather And The Still More Miserable Ways Of Our Fellowmen.

Ah! My Dear Watson, There We Come Into Those Realms Of Conjecture, Where The Most Logical Mind May Be At Fault. Sherlock Holmes Speaking With Dr. Watson.

My Business Is That Of Every Other Good Citizen - To Uphold The Law.

I Am An Omnivorous Reader With A Strangely Retentive Memory For Trifles.

A Study Of Family Portraits Is Enough To Convert A Man To The Theory Of Reincarnation.