“A Scandal in Bohemia”
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You see, but you do not observe. The distinction is clear.
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It is a capital mistake to theorize before one has data. Insensibly one
begins to twist facts to suit theories, instead of theories to suit facts.
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To Sherlock Holmes she is always the woman. I have seldom heard
him mention her under any other name.
“The Red-Headed League”
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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 everyday life.
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It is quite a
three pipe problem, and I beg that you won't speak to me for fifty minutes.
“The Five Orange Pips”
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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...
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As Cuvier could
correctly describe a whole animal by the contemplation of a single bone, so the
observer who has thoroughly understood one link in a series of incidents should
be able to accurately state all the other ones, both before and after.
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It is not so
impossible, however, that a man should possess all knowledge which is likely to
be useful to him in his work, and this, I have endeavored in my case to do.
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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.
“The Adventure of the Blue Carbuncle”
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My name is
Sherlock Holmes. It is my business to know what other people don't know.
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On the contrary,
Watson, you can see everything. You fail, however, to reason from what you see.
You are too timid in drawing your inferences.
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My name is
Sherlock Holmes. It is my business to know what other people don't know.
“The Adventure
of the Speckled Band”
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"You are
Holmes, the meddler."
My friend smiled.
"Holmes, the busybody!"
His smile broadened.
"Holmes, the Scotland Yard Jack-in-office!"
Holmes chuckled heartily.
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"When a
doctor does go wrong, he is the first of criminals. He has the nerve and he has
the knowledge."
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Violence does, in
truth, recoil upon the violent, and the schemer falls into the pit which he
digs for another.
“The
Adventure of the Copper Beeches”
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"Data! Data!
Data!" he cried impatiently. "I can't make bricks without clay."
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The lowest and
vilest alleys in London
do not present a more dreadful record of sin than does the smiling and
beautiful countryside.
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"I am glad
of all details," remarked my friend, "whether they seem to you to be
relevant or not."
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"Do you
know, Watson," said he, "that it is one of the curses of a mind with
a turn like mine that I must look at everything with reference to my own
special subject. You look at these scattered houses, and you are impressed by
their beauty. I look at them, and the only thought which comes to me is a
feeling of their isolation and of the impunity with which crime may be
committed there."
