Arthur Conan Doyle

"You are my heart, my life, my one and only thought."

- Arthur Conan Doyle

"What a lovely thing a rose is! ... Our highest assurance of the goodness of Providence seems to me to rest in the flowers. ... It is only goodness which gives extras, and so I say again that we have much to hope from the flowers."

- Arthur Conan Doyle

"What a lovely thing a rose is! ... Our highest assurance of the goodness of Providence seems to me to rest in the flowers. All other things, our powers, our desires, our food, are all really necessary for our existence in the first instance. But this rose is an extra. Its smell and its color are an embellishment of life, not a condition of it. It is only goodness which gives extras, and so I say again that we have much to hope from the flowers."

- Arthur Conan Doyle

"This rose is an extra. Its smell and its color are an embellishment of life, not a condition of it. It is only goodness which gives extras, and so I say again that we have much to hope from the flowers."

- Arthur Conan Doyle

"Excellence at Chess is one mark of a scheming mind"

- Arthur Conan Doyle

"Come at once if convenient. If inconvenient, come all the same."

- Arthur Conan Doyle

"It may be that you are not yourself luminous, but that you are a conductor of light. Some people without possessing genius have a remarkable power of stimulating it."

- Arthur Conan Doyle

"How 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 Doyle

"The lamp was burning dim and the first cold light of dawn was breaking through the window. The night had been long and dark but the day was the sweeter and the purer in consequence."

- Arthur Conan Doyle

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

- Arthur Conan Doyle

"What a lovely thing a rose is!"

- Arthur Conan Doyle

"It was August, and the fields were high with corn. The first flowers of autumn would soon begin to set the hedgerows aflame."

- Arthur Conan Doyle

"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."

- Arthur Conan Doyle