Arthur Conan Doyle Quotes
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I have wrought my simple plan If I give one hour of joy To the boy who’s half a man, Or the man who’s half a boy.
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A fine thought in fine language is a most precious jewel, and should not be hid away, but be exposed for use and ornament.
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Healthy scepticism is the basis of all accurate observation.
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Jealousy is a strange transformer of characters.
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Draw your chair up, and hand me my violin, for the only problem which we have still to solve is how to while away these bleak autumnal evenings.
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Ah! my dear Watson, there we come into those realms of conjecture, where the most logical mind may be at fault.
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It is with nations as it is with individuals. A book of history is a book of sermons.
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The chief proof of man's real greatness lies in his perception of his own smallness.
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There are always some lunatics about. It would be a dull world without them.
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Everything comes in circles... The old wheel turns, and the same spoke comes up. It's all been done before, and will be again.
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It's quite exciting," said Sherlock Holmes, with a yawn.
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You mentioned your name as if I should recognize it, but beyond the obvious facts that you are a bachelor, a solicitor, a freemason, and an asthmatic, I know nothing whatever about you.
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Anything seems commonplace, once explained.
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It is quite a three pipe problem, and I beg that you won't speak to me for fifty minutes.
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In shape they were like horrible toads, and moved in a succession of springs, but in size they were of an incredible bulk, larger than the largest elephant. We had never before seen them save at night, and indeed they are nocturnal animals save when disturbed in their lairs, as these had been. We now stood amazed at the sight, for their blotched and warty skins were of a curious fish-like iridescence, and the sunlight struck them with an ever-varying rainbow bloom as they moved.
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It has long been an axiom of mine that the little things are infinitely the most important.
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His neighbor is a tooth-drawer. That bag at his girdle is full of the teeth that he drew at Winchester fair. I warrant that there are more sound ones than sorry, for he is quick at his work and a trifle dim in the eye.
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Just as an octopus may have his den in some ocean cave, and come floating out a silent image of horror to attack a swimmer, so I picture such a spirit lurking in the dark of the house which he curses by his presence, and ready to float out upon all whom he can injure.
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You yourself may not be luminous, but you are a conductor of light.
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...Holmes, who loathed every form of society with his whole Bohemian soul, remained in our lodgings in Baker Street, buried among his old books, and alternating from week to week between cocaine and ambition, the drowsiness of the drug, and the fierce energy of his own keen nature.
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Data!data!data!" he cried impatiently. "I can't make bricks without clay.
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You say that your fare told you that he was a detective?" "Yes, he did." "When did he say this?" "When he left me." "Did he say anything more?" "He mentioned his name." Holmes cast a swift glance of triumph at me. "Oh, he mentioned his name, did he? That was imprudent. What was the name that he mentioned?" “His name," said the cabman, "was Mr. Sherlock Holmes.
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Should I ever marry, Watson, I should hope to inspire my wife with some feeling which would prevent her from being walked off by a housekeeper when my corpse was lying within a few yards of her.
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What a creature he was! Never have I felt such a horse between my knees. His great haunches gathered under him with every stride, and he shot forward ever faster and faster, stretched like a greyhound, while the windbeat in my face and whistled past my ears.