Two more, these from the hawk-nosed, Deerstalker-wearing fellow from Baker Street:
My life is spent in one long effort to escape from the commonplaces of existence.
I know, my dear Watson, that you share my love of all that is bizarre and outside the conventions and humdrum routine of everyday life.
The season come again for winter’s tales, I tell you one which my nurse told to me As watched I warily the swirling snows. “I’ll raise one up,” she swore, “of ghosts by night…”