There is no scent so pleasant to my nostrils as that faint, subtle reek which comes from an ancient book.
ARTHUR CONAN DOYLEThere is no scent so pleasant to my nostrils as that faint, subtle reek which comes from an ancient book.
ARTHUR CONAN DOYLEThe love of books is among the choicest gifts of the gods.
ARTHUR CONAN DOYLESo all life is a great chain, the nature of which is known whenever we are shown a link of it.
ARTHUR CONAN DOYLEWhat one man can invent, another can discover.
ARTHUR CONAN DOYLENever trust to general impressions, my boy, but concentrate yourself upon details.
ARTHUR CONAN DOYLEAnything is better than stagnation.
ARTHUR CONAN DOYLEWhere there is no imagination, there is no horror.
ARTHUR CONAN DOYLEKeep your revolver near you night and day, and never relax your precautions.
ARTHUR CONAN DOYLEEverything comes in circles. The old wheel turns, and the same spoke comes up. It’s all been done before, and will be again.
ARTHUR CONAN DOYLEIt’s a wicked world, and when a clever man turns his brain to crime it is the worst of all.
ARTHUR CONAN DOYLEWork is the best antidote to sorrow.
ARTHUR CONAN DOYLEOne must wait till it comes.
ARTHUR CONAN DOYLEWhen a doctor does go wrong he is the first of criminals.
ARTHUR CONAN DOYLEIt is, I admit, mere imagination; but how often is imagination the mother of truth?
ARTHUR CONAN DOYLEA sandwich and a cup of coffee, and then off to violin-land, where all is sweetness and delicacy and harmony.
ARTHUR CONAN DOYLEWhen we parted she was a free woman, but I could never again be a free man.
ARTHUR CONAN DOYLE