“Where there is no imagination, there is no horror.”

Life is infinitely stranger than anything which the mind of man could invent.

There is nothing more stimulating than a case where everything goes against you.

The most difficult crime to track is the one which is purposeless.

A fool always finds a greater fool to admire him.

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.

Jealousy is a strange transformer of characters.

The most difficult crime to track is the one which is purposeless.

A fool always finds a greater fool to admire him.

Where there is no imagination, there is no horror.

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.

Jealousy is a strange transformer of characters.

So all life is a great chain, the nature of which is known whenever we are shown a link of it.

You have a grand gift for silence, Watson. It makes you quite invaluable as a companion.

It is more than possible; it is probable.

Education never ends, It is a series of lessons, with the greatest for the last.

It’s a wicked world, and when a clever man turns his brain to crime it is the worst of all.

It is only when a man feels himself face to face with such horrors that he can understand their true import.

My own belief is that there is hardly anyone whose sexual life, if it were broadcast, would not fill the world at large with surprise and horror.

Newspapers are horror happening to other people.

This fear is one of the horrors of an author’s life. Where does work come from? What chance, what small episode will start the chain of creation?

From even the greatest of horrors, irony is seldom absent.

Horror and the unknown or the strange are always closely connected so that it is hard to create a convincing picture of shattered natural law or cosmic alienage or ‘outsideness’ without laying stress on the emotion of fear.

Searchers after horror haunt strange, far places.

Science, already oppressive with its shocking revelations, will perhaps be the ultimate exterminator of our human species – if separate species we be – for its reserve of unguessed horrors could never be borne by mortal brains if loosed upon the world.