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
strong men weak-man
When such men, who are beyond hope and fear, begin in their dim minds to see the source their woes, it may be an evil time for those who have wronged them. The weak man becomes strong when he has nothing, for then only can he feel the wild, mad thrill of despair.
learning men specialists
All other men are specialists, but his specialism is omniscience.
water soul
The soul is swayed by the waters.
order cities evil
He [Professor Moriarty] is the Napoleon of crime, Watson. He is the organizer of half that is evil and of nearly all that is undetected in this great city. He is a genius, a philosopher, an abstract thinker. He has a brain of the first order.
literature moments obscure
If I had never touched Holmes, who has tended to obscure my higher work, my position in literature would at the present moment be a more commanding one,
europe darkness brain
When you have one of the first brains of Europe up against you, and all the powers of darkness at his back, there are infinite possibilities.
speak
I don't speak for others and they don't speak for me.
smoking three problem
It is quite a three-pipe problem.
imagination balance use
We balance probabilities and choose the most likely. It is the scientific use of the imagination.
unrequited-love men sides
It was all love on my side, and all good comradeship and friendship on hers. When we parted she was a free woman, but I could never again be a free man.
hate cities london
I do hate the City of London! It is the only thing which ever comes between us.
ocean wind sea
There was a brisk northern wind, heavy and wet with the salt of the sea, and he felt, as he turned his face to it, fresh life and strength surging in his blood and bracing his limbs.
thinking secret mysterious
You never tire of the moor. You cannot think the wonderful secrets which it contains. It is so vast, and so barren, and so mysterious.
humorous sarcasm race
There seems to me to be absolutely no limit to the inanity and credulity of the human race. Homo Sapiens! Homo idioticus!