Once you eliminate the impossible, whatever remains, no matter how improbable, must be the truth.” - Sherlock Homes - Arthur Conan Doyle

I can never bring you to realise the importance of sleeves, the suggestiveness of thumb-nails, or the great issues that may hang from a boot-lace.

What object is served by this circle of misery and violence and fear? It must tend to some end, or else our universe is ruled by chance, which is unthinkable. But what end? There is the great standing perennial problem to which human reason is as far from an answer as ever.

So we stood hand-in-hand, like two children, and there was peace in our hearts for all the dark things that surrounded us.