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?
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.
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.
What you do in this world is a matter of no consequence. The question is, what can you make people believe that you have done.
We must fall back upon the old axiom that when all other contingencies fail, whatever remains, however improbable, must be the truth.
