Mystery Quotes

My first impression as I opened the door was that a fire had broken out, for the room was so filled with smoke that the light of the lamp upon the table was blurred by it. As I entered, however, my fears were set at rest, for it was the acrid fumes of strong coarse tobacco which took me by the throat and set me coughing. Through the haze I had a vague vision of Holmes in his dressing-gown coiled up in an armchair with his black clay pipe between his lips. ~ The Hound of the Baskervilles by Sir Arthur Conan Doyle By undue profundity we perplex and enfeeble thought; and it is possible to make even Venus herself vanish from the firmanent by a scrutiny too sustained, too concentrated, or too direct. ~ The Murders in the Rue Morgue by Edgar Allan Poe The best chess-player in Christendom may be little more than the best player of chess; but proficiency in whist implies capacity for success in all those more important undertakings where mind struggles with mind. ~ The Murders in the Rue Morgue by Edgar Allan Poe "It was all love on my side, and all good comradeship and friendship on hers. When we parted she was a free woman, but I could never again be a free man." ~ The Adventure of Abbey Grange by Sir Arthur Conan Doyle "Once or twice in my career I feel that I have done more real harm by my discovery of the criminal than ever he had done by his crime. I have learned caution now, and I had rather play tricks with the law of England than with my own conscience." ~ The Adventure of Abbey Grange by Sir Arthur Conan Doyle Ten minutes later we were both in a cab, and rattling through the silent streets on our way to Charing Cross Station. The first faint winter's dawn was beginning to appear, and we could dimly see the occasional figure of an early workman as he passed us, ~ The Adventure of Abbey Grange by Sir Arthur Conan Doyle "Come, Watson, come!" he cried. The game is afoot." ~ The Adventure of Abbey Grange by Sir Arthur Conan Doyle It was on a bitterly cold night and frosty morning, towards the end of the winter of '97, that I was awakened by a tugging at my shoulder. It was Holmes. The candle in his hand shone upon his eager, stooping face, and told me at a glance that something was amiss. ~ The Adventure of Abbey Grange by Sir Arthur Conan Doyle