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
“It is cocaine," he said, "a seven-per-cent solution. Would you care to try it?" "No, indeed," I answered brusquely. "My constitution has… — Arthur Conan Doyle Copy Share Image
“Miss Morstan and I stood together, and her hand was in mine. A wondrous subtle thing is love, for here were we… — Arthur Conan Doyle Copy Share Image
Like all Holmes' reasoning, the thing seemed simplicity itself when it was once explained. Dr. Watson, speaking of Sherlock Holmes. — Arthur Conan Doyle Copy Share Image
I had ... come to an entirely erroneous conclusion, which shows, my dear Watson, how dangerous it always is to reason from… — Arthur Conan Doyle Copy Share Image
One forms provisional theories and waits for time or fuller knowledge to explode them. A bad habit, Mr. Ferguson, but human nature… — Arthur Conan Doyle Copy Share Image
If the fresh facts come to our knowledge all fit themselves into the scheme, then our hypothesis may gradually become a solution.… — Arthur Conan Doyle Copy Share Image
You're not hurt, Watson? For God's sake, say that you are not hurt!" It was worth a wound -- it was worth… — Arthur Conan Doyle Copy Share Image
He [Professor Moriarty] is the Napoleon of crime, Watson. He is the organizer of half that is evil and of nearly all… — 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
We all learn by experience, and your lesson this time is that you should never lose sight of the alternative. Sherlock Holmes… — Arthur Conan Doyle Copy Share Image
So swift, silent and furtive were his movements like those of a trained bloodhound picking out a scent, that I could not… — Arthur Conan Doyle Copy Share Image
Ah! my dear Watson, there we come into those realms of conjecture, where the most logical mind may be at fault. Sherlock… — Arthur Conan Doyle Copy Share Image
Exactly. She does not shine as a wife even in her own account of what occurred. I am not a whole-souled admirer… — Arthur Conan Doyle Copy Share Image
Life, my dear Watson, is infinitely stranger than fiction; stranger than anything which the mind of man could invent. We could not… — Arthur Conan Doyle Copy Share Image
One dumb-bell, Watson! Consider an athlete with one dumb-bell. Picture to yourself the unilateral development - the imminent danger of a spinal… — 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