Quotes

"This looks like one of those unwelcome social summonses which call upon a man either to be bored or to lie." ~ The Adventure of the Noble Bachelor by Sir Arthur Conan Doyle "American slang is very expressive sometimes." ~ The Adventure of the Noble Bachelor by Sir Arthur Conan Doyle "Jealousy is a strange transformer of characters." ~ The Adventure of the Noble Bachelor by Sir Arthur Conan Doyle "Oh, a trusty comrade is always of use; and a chronicler still more so." ~ The Man with the Twisted Lip by Sir Arthur Conan Doyle One night—it was in June, '89—there came a ring to my bell, about the hour when a man gives his first yawn and glances at the clock. ~ The Man with the Twisted Lip by Sir Arthur Conan Doyle "I confess that I have been as blind as a mole, but it is better to learn wisdom late than never to learn it at all." ~ The Man with the Twisted Lip by Sir Arthur Conan Doyle "Tut! tut!" cried Sherlock Holmes. "You must act, man, or you are lost. Nothing but energy can save you. This is no time for despair." ~ The Five Orange Pips by Sir Arthur Conan Doyle All day the wind had screamed and the rain had beaten against the windows, so that even here in the heart of great, hand-made London we were forced to raise our minds for the instant from the routine of life and to recognise the presence of those great elemental forces which shriek at mankind through the bars of his civilisation, like untamed beasts in a cage. ~ The Five Orange Pips by Sir Arthur Conan Doyle "There is nothing more to be said or to be done to-night, so hand me over my violin and let us try to forget for half an hour the miserable weather and the still more miserable ways of our fellow men." ~ The Five Orange Pips by Sir Arthur Conan Doyle My own complete happiness, and the home-centred interests which rise up around the man who first finds himself master of his own establishment, were sufficient to absorb all my attention, while Holmes, who loathed every form of society with his whole Bohemian soul, remained in our lodgings in Baker Street, buried among his old books, and alternating from week to week between cocaine and ambition, the drowsiness of the drug, and the fierce energy of his own keen nature. ~ A Scandal in Bohemia by Sir Arthur Conan Doyle