The lowest and vilest alleys of London do not present a more dreadful record of sin than does the smiling and beautiful countryside.

There are times, young fellah, when every one of us must make a stand for human right and justice, or you never feel clean again.

Violence recoils on the violent.

The good Watson had at that time deserted me for a wife, the only selfish action I can recall in our association. I was alone.

I am a brain, Watson. The rest of me is a mere appendix.

Mediocrity knows nothing higher than itself, but talent instantly recognizes genius.

Steel True, Blade Straight *In 1955, Doyle's family sold Windlesham, which was turned into a hotel. The bodies of Conan Doyle and his wife, Jean, were moved to a grave at Minstead Churchyard, Hampshire.