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Life is infinitely stranger than anything which the mind of man could invent.
Arthur Conan Doyle
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Arthur Conan Doyle
Age: 71 †
Born: 1859
Born: May 22
Died: 1930
Died: July 7
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The sky was of the deepest blue, with a few white, fleecy clouds drifting lazily across it, and the air was filled with the low drone of insects or with a sudden sharper note as bee or bluefly shot past with its quivering, long-drawn hum, like an insect tuning-fork.
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There is but one step from the grotesque to the horrible.
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I know, my dear Watson, that you share my love of all that is bizarre and outside the conventions and humdrum routine of daily life.
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If in 100 years I am only known as the man who invented Sherlock Holmes then I will have considered my life a failure.
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My mind rebels at stagnation, give me problems, give me work!
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We must look for consistency. Where there is a want of it we must suspect deception.
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The most dangerous condition for a man or a nation is when his intellectual side is more developed than his spiritual. Is that not exactly the condition of the world today?
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My life is spent in one long effort to escape from the commonplaces of existence. These little problems help me to do so.
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Was it hardness, was it selfishness, that she should ask me to risk my life for her own glorification? Such thoughts may come to middle age but never to ardent three-and-twenty in the fever of his first love.
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I cannot live without brainwork. What else is there to live for? Stand at the window here. Was ever such a dreary, dismal, unprofitable world? See how the yellow fog swirls down the street and drifts across the duncoloured houses. What could be more hopelessly prosaic and material?
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