The great bell of Beaulieu was ringing. Far away through the forest might be heard its musical clangor and swell. — Arthur Conan Doyle Copy Share Image
“Far away on the path we saw Sir Henry looking back, his face white in the moonlight, his hands raised in horror, glaring helplessly at the frightful thing which was hunting him down. But that cry of pain from the… — Arthur Conan Doyle Copy Share Image
My mind rebels at stagnation. Give me problems, give me work, give me the most abstruse cryptogram, or the most intricate analysis, and I… — Arthur Conan Doyle Copy Share Image
...it was a huge creature, luminous, ghastly, and spectral. I have cross-examined these men, one of them a hard-headed countryman, one a farrier, and… — Arthur Conan Doyle Copy Share Image
“A study in scarlet, eh? Why shouldn't we use a little art jargon. There's the scarlet thread of murder running through the colourless skein… — Arthur Conan Doyle Copy Share Image
Mediocrity knows nothing higher than itself, but talent instantly recognizes genius. — Arthur Conan Doyle Copy Share Image
“Holy men? Holy cabbages! Holy bean-pods! What do they do but live and suck in sustenance and grow fat? If that be holiness, I… — Arthur Conan Doyle Copy Share Image
Amberley excelled at chess - a mark, Watson, of a scheming mind. — Arthur Conan Doyle Copy Share Image
Ex-Professor Moriarty of mathematical celebrity... is the Napoleon of crime, Watson. — Arthur Conan Doyle Copy Share Image
“When a doctor does go wrong, he is the first of criminals. He has the nerve and he has the knowledge.” — Arthur Conan Doyle Copy Share Image
“How small we feel with our petty ambitions and strivings in the presence of the great elemental forces of Nature!” — Arthur Conan Doyle Copy Share Image
You wish to put me in the dark. I tell you that I will never be put in the dark. You wish to beat… — Arthur Conan Doyle Copy Share Image
