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Arthur Conan Doyle

  • British writer
  • Born May 22, 1859
  • Died July 7, 1930

Sir Arthur Ignatius Conan Doyle (22 May 1859 – 7 July 1930) was a British writer best known for his detective fiction featuring the character Sherlock Holmes. Originally a physician, in 1887 he published A Study in Scarlet, the first of four novels about Holmes and Dr. Watson. In addition, Doyle wrote over fifty short stories featuring the famous detective. The Sherlock Holmes stories are generally considered milestones in the field of crime fiction. Doyle was a prolific writer; his non-Sherlockian works include fantasy and science fiction stories about Professor Challenger and humorous stories about the Napoleonic soldier Brigadier Gerard, as well as plays, romances, poetry, non-fiction and historical novels.


We can't command our love, but we can our actions.




As a rule, said Holmes, the more bizarre a thing is the less mysterious it proves to be. It is your commonplace, featureless crimes which are really puzzling, just as a commonplace face is the most difficult to identify.




I have frequently gained my first real insight into the character of parents by studying their children.




Women are naturally secretive, and they like to do their own secreting.




My mind rebels at stagnation. Give me problems, give me work, give me the most abstruse cryptogram, or the most intricate analysis, and I am in my own proper atmosphere. But I abhor the dull routine of existence. I crave for mental exaltation.




Once you eliminate the impossible, whatever remains, no matter how improbable, must be the truth.




When you have eliminated the impossible, whatever remains, however improbable, must be the truth.




There is nothing more deceptive than an obvious fact.




London, that great cesspool into which all the loungers and idlers of the Empire are irresistibly drained.




How often have I said to you that when you have eliminated the impossible, whatever remains, however improbable, must be the truth?




Some facts should be suppressed, or, at least, a just sense of proportion should be observed in treating them.




It is a capital mistake to theorize before one has data.

It is a capital mistake to theorize before one has data.




I never guess. It is a shocking habit destructive to the logical faculty.




The lowest and vilest alleys of London do not present a more dreadful record of sin than does the smiling and beautiful countryside.




The ideal reasoner, he remarked, would, when he had once been shown a single fact in all its bearings, deduce from it not only all the chain of events which led up to it but also all the results which would follow from it.




His ignorance was as remarkable as his knowledge.




Depend upon it there comes a time when for every addition of knowledge you forget something that you knew before. It is of the highest importance, therefore, not to have useless facts elbowing out the useful ones.




A trusty comrade is always of use; and a chronicler still more so.




Any truth is better than indefinite doubt.




Mediocrity knows nothing higher than itself, but talent instantly recognizes genius.




It has long been an axiom of mine that the little things are infinitely the most important.




I consider that a man's brain originally is like a little empty attic, and you have to stock it with such furniture as you choose.




Of all ghosts the ghosts of our old loves are the worst.




The most difficult crime to track is the one which is purposeless.




Where there is no imagination there is no horror.




Our ideas must be as broad as Nature if they are to interpret Nature.




I have seen too much not to know that the impression of a woman may be more valuable than the conclusion of an analytical reasoner.




A man should keep his little brain attic stocked with all the furniture that he is likely to use, and the rest he can put away in the lumber-room of his library, where he can get it if he wants it.




Violence does, in truth, recoil upon the violent, and the schemer falls into the pit which he digs for another.




A client is to me a mere unit, a factor in a problem.




Sir Walter, with his 61 years of life, although he never wrote a novel until he was over 40, had, fortunately for the world, a longer working career than most of his brethren.




Nothing clears up a case so much as stating it to another person.




For strange effects and extraordinary combinations we must go to life itself, which is always far more daring than any effort of the imagination.




To the man who loves art for its own sake, it is frequently in its least important and lowliest manifestations that the keenest pleasure is to be derived.




When a doctor does go wrong he is the first of criminals. He has nerve and he has knowledge.




You will, I am sure, agree with me that... if page 534 only finds us in the second chapter, the length of the first one must have been really intolerable.



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