I've had ups in my life, and I've had downs, but I've learned not to cry over spilled milk. - Arthur Conan Doyle

When people bury treasure nowadays they do it in the Post-Office bank.

There was something awesome in the thought of the solitary mortal standing by the open window and summoning in from the gloom outside the spirits of the nether world.

Holmes, who loathed every form of society with his whole Bohemian soul, remained in our lodgings in Baker Street, buried among his old books, and alternating from week to week between cocaine and ambition, the drowsiness of the drug, and the fierce energy of his own keen nature.