Quotes from Arthur Conan Doyle

There's an east wind coming all the same, such a wind as never blew on England yet. It will be cold and bitter, Watson, and a good many of us may wither before its blast. But it's God's own wind none the less and a cleaner, better stronger land will lie in the sunshine when the storm has cleared.

The chief proof of man's real greatness lies in his perception of his own smallness.

You have done all the work in this business. I get a wife out of it, Jones gets the credit, pray what remains for you? For me, said Sherlock Holmes, there still remains the cocaine bottle.

if i could be assured of your destruction, i would in the interest of the public, cheerfully accept my death.

A sandwich and a cup of coffee, and then off to violin-land, where all is sweetness and delicacy and harmony.

Of all ruins, that of a noble mind is the most deplorable. - The Adventure of the Dying Detective

Wir sind gewohnt dass die Menschen verhöhnen was sie nicht verstehen. (Goethe)—We are used to see that Man mocks what he never comprehends.

Once you eliminate the impossible, whatever remains, no matter how improbable, must be the truth." - Sherlock Homes

My mind rebels at stagnation, give me problems, give me work!

I know, my dear Watson, that you share my love of all that is bizarre and outside the conventions and humdrum routine of daily life.

When a doctor does go wrong he is the first of criminals.

You know my methods. Apply them.

When once your point of view is changed, the very thing which was so damning becomes a clue to the truth.

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.

As a rule, the more bizarre a thing is, the less mysterious it proves to be.

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.

The man might have died in a fit; but then the jewels are missing, mused the Inspector, Ha! I have a theory. These flashes come upon me at times... What do you think of this, Holmes? Sholto was, on his own confession, with his brother last night. The brother died in a fit, on which Sholto walked off the treasure! How's that? On which the dead man very considerately got up and locked the door on the inside, said Holmes.

There is nothing more stimulating than a case where everything goes against you.

It's a wicked world, and when a clever man turns his brain to crime it is the worst of all.

He burst into one of his rare fits of laughter as he turned away from the picture. I have not heard him laugh often, and it has always boded ill to somebody.

His Ignorance was as remarkable as his knowledge.

By the way, Doctor, I shall want your cooperation.' 'I shall be delighted.' 'You don't mind breaking the law?' 'Not in the least.' 'Nor running a chance of arrest?' 'Not in a good cause.' 'Oh, the cause is excellent!' 'Then I am your man.' 'I was sure that I might rely on you.

Do you know, Watson, said he, that it is one of the curses of a mind with a turn like mine that I must look at everything with reference to my own special subject. You look at these scattered houses, and you are impressed by their beauty. I look at them, and the only thought which comes to me is a feeling of their isolation and of the impunity with which crime may be committed there.

A change of work is the best rest.