"Accounts are not quite settled between us," said she, with a passion that equaled my own. "I can love, and I can hate. You had your choice. You chos… - Arthur Conan Doyle

There's an east wind coming all the same, such a wind as never blew on England yet. It will be cold and bitter, Watson, and a good many of us may wither before its blast. But it's God's own wind none the less and a cleaner, better stronger land will lie in the sunshine when the storm has cleared.

I dislike my fellow-mortals. Justice compels me to add that they appear for the most part to dislike me.

The Man from Archangel

You know, Watson, I don't mind confessing to you that I have always had an idea that I would have made a highly efficient criminal.