Quotes from Arthur Conan Doyle

Side by side on the narrow shawl knelt the two wanderers, the little prattling child and the reckless, hardened adventurer. Her chubby face, and his haggard, angular visage were both turned up to the cloudless heaven in heartfelt entreaty to that dread being with whom they were face to face, while the two voices — the one thin and clear, the other deep and harsh — united in the entreaty for mercy and forgiveness.

I naturally gravitated to London, that great cesspool into which all the loungers and idlers of the Empire are irresistibly drained.

Este hombre tal vez sea muy inteligente, pero, desde luego, es insufriblemente engreído».

As a rule," said Holmes, "the more bizarre a thing is the less mysterious it proves to be. It is your commonplace, featureless crimes which are really puzzling, just as a commonplace face is the most difficult to identify.

To a great mind, nothing is little," remarked Holmes, sententiously.

DÉCOR : Un salon dans la maison des Murray, vieille demeure triste et en mauvais état, dans un lointain quartier de Londres. Cependant, la pièce est vaste et conserve un certain aspect de grandeur. Un escalier au fond de la pièce conduit au premier étage, dont on entrevoit le palier. À droite, une porte donnant dans le vestibule. Une large fenêtre occupe la plus grande partie du côté droit.

Some people's affability is more deadly than the violence of coarser souls.

I have no data yet. It is a capital mistake to theorize before one has data. Insensibly one begins to twist facts to suit theories, instead of theories to suit facts. But the note itself. What do you deduce from it?

A bicycle, certainly, but not THE bicycle," said he. "I am familiar with forty-two different impressions left by tires. This, as you perceive, is a Dunlop, with a patch upon the outer cover. Heidegger's tires were Palmer's, leaving longitudinal stripes. Aveling, the mathematical master, was sure upon the point. Therefore, it is not Heidegger's track.

Ah! my dear Watson, there we come into those realms of conjecture, where the most logical mind may be at fault. Each may form his own hypothesis upon the present evidence, and yours is as likely to be correct as mine.

No, no, my dear Watson. The more deeply sunk impression is, of course, the hind wheel, upon which the weight rests.

What is the meaning of it, Watson? said Holmes solemnly as he laid down the paper. What object is served by this circle of misery and violence and fear? It must tend to some end, or else our universe is ruled by chance, which is unthinkable. But what end? There is the great standing perennial problem to which human reason is as far from an answer as ever.

I'm afraid, said Holmes, smiling, that all the queen's horses and all the queen's men cannot avail in this matter.

I saw the vague outline of a man, a shade blacker than the blackness of the open door.

a brick came down from the roof of one of the houses, and was shattered to fragments at my feet.

A great brain and a huge organization have been turned to the extinction of one man. It is crushing the nut with the triphammer--an absurd extravagance of energy--but the nut is very effectually crushed all the same.

I care not how humble your bookshelf may be, nor how lowly the room which it adorns. Close the door of that room behind you, shut off with it all the cares of the outer world, plunge back into the soothing company of the great dead, and then you are through the magic portal into that fair land whither worry and vexation can follow you no more.

A more perfect compound of the bully, coward, and sneak than Master Silas Brown I have seldom met with," remarked Holmes as we trudged along together.

Just tell us the truth

One's ideas must be as broad as Nature if they are to interpret Nature

It is a capital mistake to theorize before you have all the evidence. It biases the

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.

There are vague memories in our souls of those misty centuries when the world was in its childhood.

Schade dass die Natur nur einen Mensch aus dir schuf, Denn zum wurdigen Mann war und zum Schelmen der Stoff.