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
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.
terror known
That which is clearly known hath less terror than that which is but hinted at and guessed.
thinking doctors holmes
I think that I had better go, Holmes." "Not a bit, doctor. Stay where you are. I am lost without my Boswell.
boys simple men
I have wrought my simple plan If I give one hour of joy To the boy who’s half a man, Or the man who’s half a boy.
hands giving reassuring
I felt Holmes's hand steal into mine and give me a reassuring shake. - Watson
use institutions valuable
The Press, Watson, is a most valuable institution, if you only know how to use it.
men may realizing
A man always finds it hard to realize that he may have finally lost a woman's love, however badly he may have treated her.
men natural-talent names
There are no crimes and no criminals in these days. What is the use of having brains in our profession? I know well that I have it in me to make my name famous. No man lives or has ever lived who has brought the same amount of study and of natural talent to the detection of crime which I have done. And what is the result? There is no crime to detect, or, at most, some bungling villainy with a motive so transparent that even a Scotland Yard official can see through it.
men imagination black
If my future were black, it was better surely to face it like a man than to attempt to brighten it by mere will-o’-the-wisps of the imagination.
taken wit
I have taken to living by my wits.
hands violin evening
Draw your chair up, and hand me my violin, for the only problem which we have still to solve is how to while away these bleak autumnal evenings.
book attention body
Have you tried to drive a harpoon through a body? No? Tut, tut, my dear sir, you must really pay attention to these details.
lying book sunshine
There's an east wind coming all the same, such a wind as never blew on England yet. It will be cold and bitter, Watson, and a good many of us may wither before its blast. But it's God's own wind none the less and a cleaner, better stronger land will lie in the sunshine when the storm has cleared.