Quotes About Conan

Her cuisine is limited but she has as good an idea of breakfast as a Scotchwoman. [Sherlock Holmes, on Mrs. Hudson's cooking.]

All my instincts are one way, and all the facts are the other, and I much fear that British juries have not yet attained that pitch of intelligence when they will give the preference to my theories over Lestrade's facts.

I trust that age doth not wither nor custom stale my infinite variety.

By my soul! I would rather have a dry death, quoth Sir Oliver. Though, Mort Dieu! I have eaten so many fish that it were but justice that the fish should eat me.

So you can put that in your pipe and smoke it Mr. Busybody Holmes.

I can understand. There is a mystery about this which stimulates the imagination; where there is no imagination, there is no horror.

One other thing, Lestrade," he added, turning round at the door: "'Rache,' is the German for 'revenge;' so don't lose your time looking for Miss Rachel." With which Parthian shot he walked away, leaving the two rivals open-mouthed behind him.

By all means. The first three sensible words that you have uttered since you entered this room, Watson

I abhor the dull routine of existence. I crave for mental exaltation.

But how could you guess what the motive was?

If ever human features bespoke vice of the most malignant type, they were certainly those of Enoch J. Drebber, of Cleveland.

power lenses, would not be more disturbing than a strong emotion in a nature such as

I am inclined to think— said I. I should do so, Sherlock Holmes remarked impatiently.

I have no data yet. It is a capital mistake to theorize before one has data.

no more to be done in the matter. I have the honour to wish you a very good morning." He bowed, and, turning away without observing the hand which the King had stretched out to him, he set off in my company for his

Crime is common. Logic is rare. Therefore it is upon the logic rather than upon the crime that you should dwell.

It is all in the way of professional experience. - Sherlock Holmes

Crime is common. Logic is rare.

Matilda Briggs was not the name of a young woman, Watson, said Holmes in a reminiscent voice. It was a ship which is associated with the giant rat of Sumatra, a story for which the world is not yet prepared.

Early on, they were timing my contract with an egg timer.

And when he speaks of Irene Adler, or when he refers to her photograph, it is always under the honourable title of the woman.

Of late I have been tempted to look into the problems furnished by nature rather than those more superficial ones tor which our artificial state of society is responsible.

tiny piston, and sank back into the velvet-lined armchair with a long sigh of satisfaction. Three times a day for many months

We were fairly accustomed to receive weird telegrams at Baker Street