Everything comes in circles. … The old wheel turns, and the same spoke comes up. It’s all been done before, and will be again.
There is no prospect of danger, or I should not dream of stirring out without you.
There is no part of the body which varies so much as the human ear.
The emotional qualities are antagonistic to clear reasoning.
The devil’s agents may be of flesh and blood, may they not?
I am afraid that I rather give myself away when I explain. Results without causes are much more impressive.
But love is an emotional thing, and whatever is emotional is opposed to that true cold reason which I place above all things.
You see, but you do not observe. The distinction is clear.
Work is the best antidote to sorrow, my dear Watson.
Women are naturally secretive, and they like to do their own secreting.
While the individual man is an insoluble puzzle, in the aggregate he becomes a mathematical certainty.
Where there is no imagination there is no horror.
