A man always finds it hard to realize that he may have finally lost a woman's love, however badly he may have treated her.

Women are naturally secretive, and they like to do their own secreting.

She was as good as she was beautiful and as intelligent as she was good.

To Sherlock Holmes she is always the woman. I have seldom heard him mention her under any other name. In his eyes she eclipses and predominates the whole of her sex.

I have seen too much not to know that the impression of a woman may be more valuable than the conclusion of an analytical reasoner.