What is the meaning of it, Watson? said Holmes solemnly as he laid down the paper. "What object is served by this circle of misery and violence and fear? It must tend to some end, or else our universe is ruled by chance, which is unthinkable. But what end? There is the great standing perennial problem to which human reason is as far from an answer as ever.
Arthur Conan DoyleTag: meaning-of-life
I am killed them quick, but they are killing me slow. [Jim Browner in 'The Adventure of the Cardboard Box']
Arthur Conan DoyleOn glancing over my notes of the seventy odd cases in which I have during the last eight years studied the methods of my friend Sherlock Holmes, I find many tragic, some comic, a large number merely strange, but none commonplace; for, working as he did rather for the love of his art than for the acquirement of wealth, he refused to associate himself with any investigation which did not tend towards the unusual, and even the fantastic.
Arthur Conan DoyleTag: sherlock-holmes mystery arthur-conan-doyle dr-watson
horses: dangerous on both ends and crafty in the middle
Arthur Conan DoyleOh how I've missed you, Holmes.
Arthur Conan DoyleTag: sherlock-holmes mystery watson
They were admirable things for the observer - excellent for drawing the veil from men's motives and actions. But for the trained reasoner to admit such intrusions into his own delicate and finely adjusted temperament was to introduce a distracting factor which might throw a doubt upon all his mental results. Grit in a sensitive instrument, or a crack in one of his own high-power lenses, would not be more disturbing than a strong emotion in a nature such as his.
Arthur Conan DoyleI could not rest, Watson, I could not sit quiet in my chair, if I thought that such a man as Professor Moriarty were walking the streets of London unchallenged.
Arthur Conan DoyleTag: sherlock-holmes moriarty sir-arthur-conan-doyle the-final-problem
When the spirits are low, when the day appears dark, when work becomes monotonous, when hope hardly seems worth having, just mount a bicycle and go out for a spin down the road, without thought on anything but the ride you are taking.
Arthur Conan DoyleSollevò il fanale con mano così tremante che la luce danzava tutt’intorno a noi. La signorina Morstan mi afferrò il polso, il cuore in tumulto. Usciva nella notte dalla grande casa buia il più doloroso e malinconico dei suoni: il singhiozzo di una donna spaventata
Arthur Conan DoyleMi dica, dottore, a cosa serve avere determinate facoltà se non c’è modo di impiegarle? Il delitto è banale, la vita è banale, e soltanto le qualità banali hanno ormai una funzione sulla terra".
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