He was at the stage of a meal when one becomes philosophic.
They say all the world loves a lover – apply that saying to murder and you have an even more infallible truth.
So I suggest you cut the cackle and come to the horses.
Hercule Poirot spread out his hands in his most foreign manner.
Hemlock in the cocktails, wasn’t it? Something of that kind.
I successfully chloroformed a hedgehog that was entangled in the tennis net and so managed to release it.
Maybe it is because I am an old man, but I find, M. Poirot, that there is something about the defenselessness of youth that moves me to tears. Youth is so vulnerable. It is so ruthless – so sure. So generous and so demanding.
The truth must be quite plain, if one could just clear away the litter.
How true is the saying that man was forced to invent work in order to escape the strain of having to think.
I have enjoyed greatly the second blooming... suddenly you find – at the age of 50, say – that a whole new life has opened before you.
But when a man is really in love he can’t help looking like a sheep. Now whenever that young man looked he looked like a sheep I take back all is this morning. It is genuine.
Oh, yes. I’ve no doubt in my own mind that we have been invited here by a madman-probably a dangerous homicidal lunatic.
Of course, if you’ve made up your mind about it, you’ll find an answer to everything.
To be part of something one doesn’t in the least understand is, I think, one of the most intriguing things about life.
Too much mercy... often resulted in further crimes which were fatal to innocent victims who need not have been victims if justice had been put first and mercy second.
Death was temporary, lasting only long enough to provoke a laugh from kids in pajamas sitting cross-legged in front of the TV set, gorging themselves on handfuls of Froot Loops.
At first, I was polite. Really. I said “excuse me,” I tried to squeeze through gaps, even apologized for stepping on some toes. What can I say, I’m Canadian.
Your idea of a woman is someone who gets on a chair and shrieks if she sees a mouse. That’s all prehistoric.
When I know what the murderer is like, I shall be able to find out who he is.
Miss Marple always sees everything. Gardening is as good as a smoke screen, and the habit of observing birds through powerful glasses can always be turned to account.