I found myself regarding him as an isolated phenomenon, a brain without a heart, as deficient in human sympathy as he was pre-eminent in intelligence. - Arthur Conan Doyle

"I think that I had better go, Holmes."
"Not a bit, doctor. Stay where you are. I am lost without my Boswell."

I know, my dear Watson, that you share my love of all that is bizarre and outside the conventions and humdrum routine of daily life.

To his eyes all seemed beautiful, but to me a tinge of melancholy lay upon the countryside, which bore so clearly the mark of the waning year, Yellow leaves carpeted the lanes and fluttered down upon us as we passed, The rattle of our wheels died away as we drove through drifts of rotting vegetation — sad gifts, as it seemed to me, for Nature to throw before the carriage of the returning heir of the Baskervilles.