“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 are heroisms all round us waiting to be done.”

“Now, Watson,” said Holmes, as a tall dog-cart dashed up through the gloom, throwing out two golden tunnels of yellow light from its side lanterns. “You’ll come with me, won’t you?”“If I can be of use.”“Oh, a trusty comrade is always of use; and a chronicler still more so. My room at The Cedars is a double-bedded one.”

“One must wait till it comes.”

“Watson. Come at once if convenient. If inconvenient, come all the same.”

“There is nothing in which deduction is so necessary as in religion," said he, leaning with his back against the shutters. "It can be built up as an exact science by the reasoner. Our highest assurance of the goodness of Providence seems to me to rest in the flowers. All other things, our powers, our desires, our food, are all really necessary for our existence in the first instance. But this rose is an extra. Its smell and its colour are an embellishment of life, not a condition of it. It is only goodness which gives extras, and so I say again that we have much to hope from the flowers.”

“Of all ghosts the ghosts of our old loves are the worst.”