Quotes from Arthur Conan Doyle

No veo nada- respondí [...] -Muy al contrario, Watson, lo ve usted todo. Sin embargo, no razona a partit de lo que ve

That hurts my pride, Watson.

It was a curious thing, said the private tutor; one of those grotesque and whimsical incidents which occur to one as one goes through life. I lost the best situation which I am ever likely to have through it. But I am glad that I went to Thorpe Place, for I gained — well, as I tell you the story you will learn what I gained.

El charlatán es siempre el que va de descubierta. Del astrólogo salió el astrónomo, del alquimista el químico, y del mesmerismo, la psicología experimental. El charlatán de ayer será el profesor de mañana. Andando el tiempo, hasta una materia tan sutil y resbaladiza como la de los sueños será sistematizada y puesta en orden.

rank and file it was difficult to believe that these eager and open-faced young fellows were in very truth a dangerous gang of murderers, whose minds had suffered such complete moral perversion that

Then must you strive to be worthy of her love. Be brave and pure, fearless to the strong and humble to the weak; and so, whether this love prosper or no, you will have fitted yourself to be honored by a maiden's love, which is, in sooth, the highest guerdon which a true knight can hope for. Indeed

I left Holmes seated in front of the smouldering fire, and long into the watches of the night I heard the low melancholy wailings of his violin, and knew that he was still pondering over the strange problem which he had set himself to unravel.

It is a rare thing for me to meet anyone who takes an intelligent interest in such matters. People can find time for such trivialities as sport or society, and yet the beetles are overlooked.

Recuerda usted lo que Darwin ha dicho acerca de la música? En su opinión, la facultad de producir y apreciar una armonía data en la raza humana de mayor antigüedad que el uso del lenguaje. Acaso sea ésta la causa de que influya en nosotros de manera tan sutil. Perviven en nuestras almas recuerdos borrosos de aquellos siglos en que el mundo se hallaba aún en su niñez

We think we are pushing our own way bravely, but there is a great Hand in ours all the time.

Here is Gregson coming down the road with beatitude written upon every feature of his face.

Traveled a considerable distance, and would have gone to the Pole, but my matches run short and I couldn't get a smoke (Dangerous work: Dairy of an Arctic Adventures)

No human actions are truly random

With a keen eye for details, one truth prevails.

I could not wish anything better than to be associated with my friend in one of those singular adventures which were the normal condition of his existence.

as blithe as the May.

It is brutal work, though not more brutal than that which goes onto supply every dinner-table in the country (Life on a Greenland Whaler, an article published in The Strand Magazine in january 1897)

Still, it is an error to argue in front of your data. You find yourself insensibly twisting them round to fit your theories.

You will not apply my precept, he said, shaking his head. How often have I said to you that when you have eliminated the impossible, whatever remains, however improbable, must be the truth? We know that he did not come through the door, the window, or the chimney. We also know that he could not have been concealed in the room, as there is no concealment possible. When, then, did he come? Sherlock Holmes in The Sign of the Four

It was easier to know it than to explain why I know it. If you were asked to prove that two and two made four, you might find some difficulty, and yet you are quite sure of the fact.

Your life is not your own," he said. "Keep your hands off it." "What use is it to anyone?" "How can you tell? The example of patient suffering is in itself the most precious of all lessons to an impatient world.

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

The peculiar other-world feeling of the Arctic regions - a feeling so singular, that if you have once been there the thought of it haunts you all your life - is due largely to the perpetual daylight. Night seems more orange-tinted and subdued than day, but there is no great difference. (Life on a Greenland Whaler)

Data! data! data! he cried impatiently. I can't make bricks without clay.