Arthur Conan Doyle

Arthur Conan Doyle
Sir Arthur Ignatius Conan Doyle KStJ, DLwas an Irish-Scots writer and physician, most noted for creating the fictional detective Sherlock Holmes and writing stories about him which are generally considered milestones in the field of crime fiction...
ProfessionNovelist
Date of Birth22 May 1859
CityEdinburgh, Scotland
stagnation
Anything is better than stagnation.
world needs ghost
The world is big enough for us. No ghosts need apply.
mother often-is imagination
It is, I admit, mere imagination; but how often is imagination the mother of truth?
statistics method holmes
You know my methods. Apply them.
running museums skulls
I had hardly expected so dolichocephalic a skull or such well-marked supra-orbital development. Would you have any objection to my running my finger along your parietal fissure? A cast of your skull, sir, until the original is available, would be an ornament to any anthropological museum. It is not my intention to be fulsome, but I confess that I covet your skull.
light giving people
Really, Watson, you excel yourself," said Holmes, pushing back his chair and lighting a cigarette. "I am bound to say that in all the accounts which you have been so good as to give of my own small achievements you have habitually underrated your own abilities. It may be that you are not yourself luminous, but you are a conductor of light. Some people without possessing genius have a remarkable power of stimulating it. I confess, my dear fellow, that I am very much in your debt.
strong cheer house
Populus me sibilat, at mihi plaudo Ipse domi stimul ac nummos contemplar in arca. (The public hiss at me, but I cheer myself when in my own house I contemplate the coins in my strong-box.)
underestimate exaggeration oneself
To underestimate oneself is as much an exaggeration of one's powers than the other.
rocks water gazing
As I turned away, I saw Holmes, with his back against a rock and his arms folded, gazing down at the rush of the waters. It was the last that I was ever destined to see of him in this world. - Watson.
dramatic
I never can resist a touch of the dramatic.
lying humorous sarcasm
This looks like one of those unwelcome social summonses which call upon a man either to be bored or to lie.
coffee land sandwiches
A sandwich and a cup of coffee, and then off to violin-land, where all is sweetness and delicacy and harmony.
beautiful eye years
To his eyes all seemed beautiful, but to me a tinge of melancholy lay upon the countryside, which bore so clearly the mark of the waning year, Yellow leaves carpeted the lanes and fluttered down upon us as we passed, The rattle of our wheels died away as we drove through drifts of rotting vegetation--sad gifts, as it seemed to me, for Nature to throw before the carriage of the returning heir of the Baskervilles.
real lying greatness
The chief proof of man's real greatness lies in his perception of his own smallness.