“There are many men in London, you know, who, some from shyness, some from misanthropy, have no wish for the company of their fellows. Yet they are not averse to comfortable chairs and the latest periodicals. It is for 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
...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
“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
Mediocrity knows nothing higher than itself, but talent instantly recognizes genius. — Arthur Conan Doyle Copy Share
“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
Ex-Professor Moriarty of mathematical celebrity... is the Napoleon of crime, Watson. — Arthur Conan Doyle Copy Share
“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
“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
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
“My mind," he said, "rebels at stagnation. Give me problems, give me work, give me the most abstruse cryptogram or the most intricate analysis,… — Arthur Conan Doyle Copy Share
“It is hard luck on a young fellow to have expensive tastes, great expectations, aristocratic connections but no actual money in his pocket, and… — Arthur Conan Doyle Copy Share
“In the year 1878 I took my degree of Doctor of Medicine of the University of London, and proceeded to Netley to go through… — Arthur Conan Doyle Copy Share
