There is but one step from the grotesque to the horrible. — Arthur Conan Doyle

Good old Watson! You are the one fixed point in a changing age. There's an east wind coming all the same, such a wind as never blew on England yet. It will be cold and bitter, Watson, and a good many of us may wither before its blast. But it's God's own wind none the less, and a cleaner, better, stronger land will lie in the sunshine when the storm has cleared.

To let the brain work without sufficient material is like racing an engine. It racks itself to pieces.

Education never ends Watson. It is a series of lessons with the greatest for the last.