There are three things in the world I really care about, so I’d like to use this time to say goodbye to each.
My brother has the brain of a scientist or a philosopher, yet he elects to be a detective. What might we deduce about his heart?

“Oh, hell! What does that matter?! So we go around the sun! If we went around the moon or round and round the garden like a teddy bear, it wouldn’t make any difference! All that matters to me is the work! Without that, my brain rots. Put that in your blog - or better still, stop inflicting your opinions on the world!”

“You weren’t the only one who suffered, John…”
Post-Reichenbach.