No: I am not tired. I have a curious constitution. I never remember feeling tired by work, though idleness exhausts me completely." ~ Sherlock Holmes
Arthur Conan DoyleMots clés sherlock-holmes mystery sherlock
Only that I insist upon your dining with us. It will be ready in half an hour. I have oysters and a brace of grouse, with something a little choice in white wines. Watson, you have never yet recognized my merits as a housekeeper. ~ Sherlock Holmes
Arthur Conan DoyleMots clés sherlock-holmes mystery sherlock
My mind," he said, "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. I can dispense then with artificial stimulants. But I abhor the dull routine of existence. I crave for mental exaltation. That is why I have chosen my own particular profession, or rather created it, for I am the only one in the world.
Arthur Conan DoyleMots clés sherlock-holmes mind mystery rebellion mental stagnation
A strong wind sang sadly as it bent the trees in front of the Hall. A half moon shone through the dark, flying clouds on to the wild and empty moor.
Arthur Conan DoyleMots clés description depiction
Wir sind gewohnt dass die Menschen verhohnen was sie nicht verstehen.
Arthur Conan Doylele mauvais goût mène au crime (Thaddeus Sholto)
Arthur Conan DoyleMots clés thaddeus-sholto
There are no fools so troublesome as those of the mind
Arthur Conan DoyleAs a rule, the more bizarre a thing is, the less mysterious it proves to be.
Arthur Conan DoyleHow sweet the morning air is! See how that one little cloud floats like a pink feather from some gigantic flamingo. Now the red rim of the sun pushes itself over the London cloud-bank. It shines on a good many folk, but on none, I dare bet, who are on a stranger errand than you and I. How small we feel with our petty ambitions and strivings in the presence of the great elemental forces of Nature!
Arthur Conan DoyleMots clés sherlock-holmes nature morning london clouds sunrise petty-ambitions strange-errands strivings
Miss Morstan and I stood together, and her hand was in mine. A wondrous subtle thing is love, for here were we two, who had never seen each other until that day, between whom no word or even look of affection had ever passed, and yet now in an hour of trouble our hands instinctively sought for each other. I have marveled at it since, but at the time it seemed the most natural thing that I would go out to her so, and, as she has often told me, there was in her also the instinct to turn to me for comfort and protection. So we stood hand in hand like two children, and there was peace in our hearts for all the dark things that surrounded us.
Arthur Conan DoyleMots clés love peace children instinct comfort watson protection holding-hands dark-things
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