I suppose it is because nearly all children go to school nowadays and have things arranged for them that they seem so forlornly unable to produce their own ideas.
You gave too much rein to your imagination. Imagination is a good servant, and a bad master. The simplest explanation is always the most likely.
If you place your head in a lion’s mouth, then you cannot complain one day if he happens to bite it off.
One of the luckiest things that can happen to you in life is, I think, to have a happy childhood.
That is why most great love stories are tragedies.
One must accept the fact that we have only one companion in this world, a companion who accompanies us from the cradle to the grave – our own self. Get on good terms with that companion – learn to live with yourself.
To every problem, there is a most simple solution.
When engaged in eating, the brain should be the servant of the stomach.
I am not mad. I am eccentric perhaps – at least certain people say so; but as regards my profession. I am very much as one says, ’all there.
Fear is incomplete knowledge.
Courage is the resolution to face the unforeseen.
Intuition is like reading a word without having to spell it out. A child can’t do that because it has had so little experience. A grown-up person knows the word because they’ve seen it often before.
The impossible could not have happened, therefore the impossible must be possible in spite of appearances.
What good is money if it can’t buy happiness?
I specialize in murders of quiet, domestic interest.
These little grey cells. It is up to them.
Crime is terribly revealing. Try and vary your methods as you will, your tastes, your habits, your attitude of mind, and your soul is revealed by your actions.
If one sticks too rigidly to one’s principles, one would hardly see anybody.
There is too much tendency to attribute to God the evils that man does of his own free will. I must concede you the Devil. God doesn’t really need to punish us, Miss Barton. We’re so busy punishing ourselves.
There is nothing more thrilling in this world, I think, than having a child that is yours, and yet is mysteriously a stranger.