Quotes About Arthur

Oh, yes, safe for humans. Animals too. But there is an exclusion zone.

This is as bad as the Pandora party! It's nothing less than interstellar xenophobia!

was the mark of a barbarian to destroy something one could not understand; but perhaps men were barbarians, beside the creatures who had made this thing.

Some women, Commander Norton had decided long ago, should not be allowed aboard ship; weightlessness did things to their breasts that were too damn distracting

religion was the by-product of fear—a reaction to a mysterious and often hostile universe.

I believe that Rama is a cosmic Ark, sent here to save—those who are worthy of salvation.

It is not my intention to be fulsome, but I confess that I covet your skull.

I never make exceptions. An exception disproves the rule.

Her cuisine is limited but she has as good an idea of breakfast as a Scotchwoman. [Sherlock Holmes, on Mrs. Hudson's cooking.]

All my instincts are one way, and all the facts are the other, and I much fear that British juries have not yet attained that pitch of intelligence when they will give the preference to my theories over Lestrade's facts.

The Diogenes Club is the queerest club in London, and Mycroft one of the queerest men. He's always there from quarter to five to twenty to eight. It's six now, so if you care for a stroll this beautiful evening I shall be very happy to introduce you to two curiosities.

By my soul! I would rather have a dry death, quoth Sir Oliver. Though, Mort Dieu! I have eaten so many fish that it were but justice that the fish should eat me.

So you can put that in your pipe and smoke it Mr. Busybody Holmes.

One other thing, Lestrade," he added, turning round at the door: "'Rache,' is the German for 'revenge;' so don't lose your time looking for Miss Rachel." With which Parthian shot he walked away, leaving the two rivals open-mouthed behind him.

By all means. The first three sensible words that you have uttered since you entered this room, Watson

Pray give my greetings to Mrs. Watson, and believe me to be, my dear fellow, Very sincerely yours, SHERLOCK HOLMES.

I abhor the dull routine of existence. I crave for mental exaltation.

But how could you guess what the motive was?

If ever human features bespoke vice of the most malignant type, they were certainly those of Enoch J. Drebber, of Cleveland.

No, no, my dear Watson. The more deeply sunk impression is, of course, the hind wheel, upon which the weight rests.

power lenses, would not be more disturbing than a strong emotion in a nature such as

I have no data yet. It is a capital mistake to theorize before one has data.

no more to be done in the matter. I have the honour to wish you a very good morning." He bowed, and, turning away without observing the hand which the King had stretched out to him, he set off in my company for his

Crime is common. Logic is rare. Therefore it is upon the logic rather than upon the crime that you should dwell.