Mycroft Holmes Sherlock Quotes

There are many men in London, you know, who, some from shyness, some from misanthropy, have no wish for the company of their fellows. Yet they are not averse to comfortable chairs and the latest periodicals. It is for the convenience of these that the Diogenes Club was started, and it now contains the most unsociable and unclubbable men in town. No member is permitted to take the least notice of any other one. Save in the Stranger's Room, no talking is, under any circumstances, allowed, and three offenses, if brought to the notice of the committee, render the talker liable to expulsion. My brother was one of the founders, and I have myself found it a very soothing atmosphere.

"One cannot be a mother without first being a person; family, husband, and children should not be allowed, as is so often the case, to steal a woman’s selfhood and her dreams." Mother to Sherlock, Mycroft, and Enola Holmes by author Nancy Springer

I'm living in a world of goldfish.

I am a . . . solitary . . . man, he said. 'I do not suffer fools gladly, and I prefer to spend my time alone with a book and a decanter of brandy.

All other men are specialists, but his specialism is omniscience.

We are in Buckingham Palace, the very heart of the British nation. Sherlock Holmes, put your trousers on!

You look at me as if I were a conjuror,' Holmes remarked, with a laugh.

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.

All lives end. All hearts are broken. Caring is not an advantage." -

He had breath in him once,” he declared. “He is to be treated with respect, no matter the cost.” “Now is not the time for empty ritual,” Holmes thundered. “Now is precisely the time!” Douglas thundered back. “When we ourselves are empty, it is the ritual that turns us human again.

Mycroft Holmes: ...a necessary evil, not a dragon for you to slay. Sherlock Holmes: A dragon slayer? Is that what you think of me? Mycroft: No... It's what you think of yourself. Mrs. Holmes/Mum: Are you two smoking? Mycroft: No- Sherlock: It was Mycroft! (They hide their lighted cigarettes behind their backs.) -Sherlock, "His Last Vow", season/series 3

I had to suppress a smile. Sherlock Holmes once remarked of his brother, Mycroft, that you were as unlikely to find him outside of the Diogenes Club as you were to meet a tramcar coming down a country lane. Like Mycroft, Father had his rails, and he ran on them. Except for church and the occasional short-tempered dash to the train to attend a stamp show, Father seldom, if ever, stuck his nose out-of-doors.

You see why I married her, Mycroft? The exquisite juxtaposition of ladylike threads and backhanded compliments proved irresistible.

Pride goeth before destruction,” he quoted, “and a haughty spirit before a fall.

To the logician all things should be seen exactly as they are, and to underestimate one's self is as much a departure from truth as to exaggerate one's own powers. When I say, therefore, that Mycroft has better powers of observation than I, you may take it that I am speaking the exact and literal truth.

No, the events which I am about to describe were simply too monstrous, too shocking to appear in print. They still are. It is no exaggeration to suggest that they would tear apart the entire fabric of society and, particularly at a time of war, this is something I cannot risk.

Because my brother Mycroft possesses it in a larger degree than I do.” This was news to me indeed. If there were another man with such singular powers in England, how was it that neither police nor public had heard of him?

When you have bewitched or assassinated the unwelcome, whoever remains, however useless & boring, must be the only audience you still have left!" -- Warlock Holmes, the Cumber-Batching Speech Not only my advisers considered the quote above the best I got done at all on the Sherlock Crossover now lying in my failed projects folder...

The foolish will tread where the wise will not,” Holmes replied. “If we waited for the wisdom of this venture, Douglas and I would still be in London.” “To fools, then!” Little Huan exclaimed. “To fools!” the others declared.

All lives end, all hearts are broken. Caring is not an advantage, Sherlock.

Your father may never have produced one of those stuffy tomes we call great literature, but he left the world a substantial collection of delightful adventure stories.

...who knows what happened to the other piece?" "Actually," said Reed. "I think I can guess." He looked around the table, pleased with the incredulous reactions he'd drawn. "What are you, Sherlock Holmes or something?" said Jackson. "I always preferred to see myself as Mycroft, actually.

My dear Watson," said he, "I cannot agree with those who rank modesty among the virtues. To the logician all things should be seen exactly as they are, and to underestimate one's self is as much a departure from truth as to exaggerate one's own powers. When I say, therefore, that Mycroft has better powers of observation than I, you may take it that I am speaking the exact and literal truth.

To whom it may concern, The bearer of this letter, Mr Franklin Liddle, is hereby employed by the Secret Service of her Royal Majesty Queen Victoria, and is on a special assignment for the British government. By Royal Decree, let it be known that should Mr Liddle break any laws while completing work of a most delicate nature, he is absolved of any wrongdoing. Officers of the law should not restrict Mr Liddle from completing such work even if it seems contrary to your sworn duty. Interfering with Mr Liddle’s aforementioned work may result in your own incarceration and possible execution. Signed, Mycroft Holmes   The

don’t know where she’s gone,” I said, and to my own surprise—for I had not wept until that moment—I burst into tears. • • • Further mention of Mum, then, was put off until we sat in the hired brougham, with my bicycle strapped on behind, swaying along towards Kineford. “We are a pair of thoughtless brutes,” Sherlock had observed to Mycroft at one point, while providing me with a large, very starchy handkerchief hardly comforting to the nose. I am sure they thought

Mycroft, has no one ever pointed out to you that name-calling can be extremely revealing?” “Revealing of irritation, perhaps.” “Or, of a sensitivity over the truth. Brother mine, the power you wield is dangerous.

of nature, which I most definitely was not. “So, Enola,” asked Mycroft gruffly after a while, “are you feeling well enough to tell us what has happened?” I did so, but there was little to add to what they already knew. Mum had left home early on Tuesday morning and had not returned since. No, she had left me no message or explanation of any sort. No, there was no reason to think she might have taken ill; her health was excellent. No, there had been no word of her from anyone. No, in answer to Sherlock’s questions, there had been no bloodstains, no footprints, no signs of forced entry, and I did not know

Eis qui sine peccato est vestrum primus in illam lapidem mittat!

Douglas wondered if his friend would make it out of this alive. He realized, not for the first time, that life or death was not the most important thing. The most important thing was the mission, their own small attempt to “proclaim liberty to the captives,” as the Book of Isaiah had commanded nearly three thousand years before. To engage in a war where there would be no material benefit for the victor other than the liberation of oppressed and victimized human beings.

I went back two weeks running, then three months after, just to be sure, and then a year after that. So punctual are they that they have trained the local birds to fly in for their breakfast.” Holmes sighed as he took a pull of his Partagás. “Rich or poor, Douglas, we are all creatures of habit.

All lives end; all hearts are broken. Caring is not an advantage, Sherlock.

Ah, Watson.” Holmes looked up from his fingerprint dusting. “One of the gentlemen present this morning, a Russian arms dealer named Dimitrios, was either inadvertently or by design in possession of a bomb, which we managed to defuse. We are now attempting to discover whether the individual who planted the bomb left us with any identifying clues.” “I see.” Watson sat down on the opposite end of the sofa from Mycroft. “In other words, an average morning, then.

The most deluded people are those who choose to ignore what they already know.

There was a silence. Holmes smoked, Mycroft poured himself a small brandy and took a sip. It was nine in the morning. Where was my coffee?

I suppose that, every once in a while, fortune smiles even upon murderers.

They were now forced to graft hardy American vines onto their native plants.

Shank’s pony as it was only a twenty-minute walk from Baker Street. All in an April evening, I thought first about the distressing effect the events of the recent past must have had on the Munro children and the strangeness of their actions as reported by Miss Ainslie. As we approached the grand portico of the hotel, my thoughts shifted to Mycroft’s admonition to look for the mysterious second woman who had been seen with Mr. Munro and his children on the train platform.