His Sanguine Spirit Turns Every Firefly Into

That Which Is Clearly Known Hath Less Terror Than That Which Is But Hinted At And Guessed.

Three Quiet Days. This Hell Fiend Is Like A Cat With A Mouse. She Lets Me Loose Only To Pounce Upon Me Again. I Am Never So Frightened As When Every Thing Is Still.

Mediocrity Knows Nothing Higher Than Itself, But Talent Instantly Recognizes Genius.

"i Can See Nothing," Said I, Handing It Back To My Friend. "on The Contrary, Watson, You Can See Everything. You Fail, However, To Reason From What You See. You Are Too Timid In Drawing Your Inferences."

All Other Men Are Specialists, But His Specialism Is Omniscience.