For he loved her, as you can only love someone who is an echo of yourself at your time of deepest sorrow.

I don't approve of women driving, mind you. And now they get to vote!" He grumbled to himself. "Remember that play we saw ("The Minotaur")? All women are like that. Given a chance, they'd all fornicate with a bull.

Nothing travels faster than the speed of light with the possible exception of bad news, which obeys its own special laws.

The whole force of the State is at your back if you should need it.  I’m afraid that all the queen’s horses and all the queen’s men cannot avail in this matter.

Written By Arthur Conan Doyle

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