Watson Quotes
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Amberley excelled at chess - a mark, Watson, of a scheming mind.
Arthur Conan Doyle
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I am a brain, Watson. The rest of me is a mere appendix.
Arthur Conan Doyle
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Come, Watson, come!" he cried. The game is afoot.
Arthur Conan Doyle
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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.
Arthur Conan Doyle
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So it was, my dear Watson, that at two o'clock today I found myself in my old armchair in my own old room, and only wishing that I could have seen my old friend Watson in the other chair which he has so often adorned.
Arthur Conan Doyle
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I had ... come to an entirely erroneous conclusion, which shows, my dear Watson, how dangerous it always is to reason from insufficient data.
Arthur Conan Doyle
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You have a grand gift for silence, Watson. It makes you quite invaluable as a companion.
Arthur Conan Doyle
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Life, my dear Watson, is infinitely stranger than fiction; stranger than anything which the mind of man could invent. We could not conceive the things that are merely commonplace to existence. If we could hover over this great city, remove the roofs, and peep in at the things going on, it would make all fiction, with its conventionalities and foreseen conclusions flat, stale and unprofitable.
Arthur Conan Doyle
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The good Watson had at that time deserted me for a wife, the only selfish action I can recall in our association. I was alone.
Arthur Conan Doyle
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I could not rest, Watson, I could not sit quiet in my chair, if I thought that such a man as Professor Moriarty were walking the streets of London unchallenged.
Arthur Conan Doyle
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You would not call me a marrying man, Watson?" "No, indeed!" "You'll be interested to hear that I'm engaged." "My dear fellow! I congrat-" "To Milverton's housemaid." "My dear Holmes!" "I wanted information, Watson.
Arthur Conan Doyle
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James Watson summarizes the conclusion: “A predisposition does not a predetermination make.
Walter Mischel
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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.
Arthur Conan Doyle
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I say, Watson,’ he whispered, ‘would you be afraid to sleep in the same room as a lunatic, a man with softening of the brain, an idiot whose mind has lost its grip?’ ‘Not in the least,’ I answered in astonishment. ‘Ah, that’s lucky,’ he said, and not another word would he utter that night.
Arthur Conan Doyle
