The love of books is among the choicest gifts of the gods.
It is, of course, a trifle, but there is nothing so important as trifles.
Life is infinitely stranger than anything which the mind of man could invent.
So all life is a great chain, the nature of which is known whenever we are shown a link of it.
The world is full of obvious things which nobody by any chance ever observes.
It is a great thing to start life with a small number of really good books which are your very own.
Your life is not your own. Keep your hands off it.
It has long been an axiom of mine that the little things are infinitely the most important.
I know, my dear Watson, that you share my love of all that is bizarre and outside the conventions and humdrum routine of daily life.
Sir Walter, with his 61 years of life, although he never wrote a novel until he was over 40, had, fortunately for the world, a longer working career than most of his brethren.
And once again Mr. Sherlock Holmes is free to devote his life to examining those interesting little problems which the complexity of human life so pletifuly presents.
Dogs don't make mistakes.