Arthur Conan Doyle Quotes

British writer and physician (1859–1930)

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Sir Arthur Ignatius Conan Doyle (May 22 1859 – July 7 1930) was a British writer and physician, most famous as the creator of the character Sherlock Holmes.

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Birth Name: Arthur Ignatius Conan Doyle

Native Name: Sir Arthur Ignatius Conan Doyle

Alternative Names: Sir A. Conan Doyle • Arthur Conan, Sir Doyle • Sir Arthur Conan Doyle • Conan Doyle

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I suppose I shall have to compound a felony, as usual.

This looks like one of those unwelcome social summonses which call upon a man either to be bored or to lie.

...I object to rows because my nerves are shaken, and I get up at all sorts of ungodly hours, and I am extremely lazy. I have another set of vices when I'm well, but those are the principal ones at present.

The love of books is among the choicest gifts of the gods.

It's stupidity rather than courage to refuse to recognize danger when it is close upon you.

The Diogenes Club is the queerest club in London, and Mycroft one of the queerest men. He's always there from quarter to five to twenty to eight. It's six now, so if you care for a stroll this beautiful evening I shall be very happy to introduce you to two curiosities.

(...)There’s the cab, Hopkins, and you can remove your man. If you want me for the trial, my address and that of Watson will be somewhere in Norway –I’ll send particulars later.

Some people without possesing genius have a remarkable power of stimulating it

The ways of fate are indeed hard to understand. If there is not some compensation hereafter, then the world is a cruel jest.

One's ideas must be as broad as Nature if they are to interpret Nature

Look at you. Why is the only woman you ever cared about a world-class criminal - are you a masochist?

You have heard me speak of Professor Moriarty?” “The famous scientific criminal, as famous among crooks as– –” “My blushes, Watson!” Holmes murmured in a deprecating voice. “I was about to say, as he is unknown to the public.” “A touch! A distinct touch!” cried Holmes. “You are developing a certain unexpected vein of pawky humour, Watson, against which I must learn to guard myself.

It is only when you touch the higher that you realize how low we may be among the possibilities of creation.

Save for the occasional use of cocaine he had no vices, and he only turned to the drug as a protest against the monotony of existence when cases were scanty and the papers uninteresting.

For once you have fallen low. Let us see, in the future, how you can rise.