Come, Watson, Come!" He Cried.

Evil Indeed Is The Man Who Has Not One Woman To Mourn Him.

You See, But You Do Not Observe.

If The Man Who Observes The Myriad Stars, And Considers That They And Their Innumerable Satellites Move In Their Serene Dignity Through The Heavens, Each Swinging Clear Of The Other's Orbit-if, I Say, The Man Who Sees This Cannot Realise The Creator's Attributes Without The Help Of The Book Of Job, Then His View Of Things Is Beyond My Understanding.

Of All Ghosts The Ghosts Of Our Old Loves Are The Worst.

It Is Not My Intention To Be Fulsome, But I Confess That I Covet Your Skull.