“I had no friends who would call upon me and break the monotony of my daily existence.” — Arthur Conan Doyle Copy Share Image
“The colonel still stared at my friend like a man in a trance. "You cunning, cunning fiend!" was all that he could… — Arthur Conan Doyle Copy Share Image
It was all love on my side, and all good comradeship and friendship on hers. When we parted she was a free… — Arthur Conan Doyle Copy Share Image
Three quiet days. This hell fiend is like a cat with a mouse. She lets me loose only to pounce upon me… — Arthur Conan Doyle Copy Share Image
“Why,” said I, glancing up at my companion, “that was surely the bell. Who could come tonight? Some friend of yours, perhaps?”… — Arthur Conan Doyle Copy Share Image
"I can see nothing," said I, handing it back to my friend. "On the contrary, Watson, you can see everything. You fail,… — Arthur Conan Doyle Copy Share Image
“His name," said the cabman, "was Mr. Sherlock Holmes." Never have I seen my friend more completely taken aback than by the… — Arthur Conan Doyle Copy Share Image
“I know you, you scoundrel! I have heard of you before. You are Holmes, the meddler.” My friend smiled. “Holmes, the busybody!”… — Arthur Conan Doyle Copy Share Image
“My friend had listened with amused surprise to this long speech, which was poured forth with extraordinary vigour and earnestness, every point… — Arthur Conan Doyle Copy Share Image
You know how easily and suddenly these things happen, beginning in playful teasing and ending in something a little warmer than friendship.… — Arthur Conan Doyle Copy Share Image
“On glancing over my notes of the seventy odd cases in which I have during the last eight years studied the methods… — Arthur Conan Doyle Copy Share Image
“He was a good-hearted man when he was sober, but a perfect fiend when he was drunk, or rather when he was… — Arthur Conan Doyle Copy Share Image
“An anomaly which often struck me in the character of my friend Sherlock Holmes was that, although in his methods of thought… — 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
