BiographyType: Novelist short story writer poet, physician Born: 22 May 1859 Died: 7 July 1930 On May 22, 1859, Arthur Conan Doyle was born in Edinburgh, Scotland. In 1890 his novel, "A Study in Scarlet", introduced the character of Detective Sherlock Holmes. Doyle would go on to write 60 stories about Sherlock Holmes. He also strove to spread his Spiritualism faith through a series of books that were written from 1918 to 1926. He is also known for writing the fictional adventures of a second character he invented, Professor Challenger, and for popularising the mystery of the Mary Celeste. He was a prolific writer whose other works include fantasy and science fiction stories, plays, romances, poetry, non-fiction and historical novels. |
There is a danger there - a very real danger to humanity. Consider, Watson, that the material, the sensual, the worldly would all prolong their worthless lives. The spiritual would not avoid the call to something higher. It would be the survival of the least fit. What sort of cesspool may not our poor world become?
A sandwich and a cup of coffee, and then off to violin-land, where all is sweetness and delicacy and harmony.
It is only goodness which gives extras, and so I say again that we have much to hope from the flowers.
. . . and meanwhile take my assurance that the clouds are lifting and that I have every hope that the light of truth is breaking through
What, indeed? It is art for art's sake, Watson.
Why should you go further in it? What have you to gain from it?'
'What, indeed? It is art for art's sake, Watson. I suppose when you doctored, you found yourself studying cases without thought of a fee?'
'For my education, Holmes.'
'Education never ends, Watson. It is a series of lessons with the greatest for the last.
There is a soul-jealousy that can be as frantic as any body-jealousy.
It is not my intention to be fulsome, but I confess that I covet your skull.
It is a question of cubic capacity," said he; "a man with so large a brain must have something in it.
She was as good as she was beautiful and as intelligent as she was good.
Who knows, Watson? Woman's heart and mind are insoluble puzzles to the male.
I am an omnivorous reader with a strangely retentive memory for trifles.
Jealousy is a strange transformer of characters.
It is only when you touch the higher that you realize how low we may be among the possibilities of creation.
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