All three wore the air of superiority assumed by people who are already in a place when studying new arrivals.
In the words of a best seller, ‘You’ve nothing on me.
There seems to be a general idea that a clergyman is incapable of behaving like a gentleman. That is not true.
I must say that ever since I have been unable to stop myself applying this criterion to any male stranger. Good-looking, perhaps–but are his legs common?
If you hadn’t anything worth saying why go chattering all the time?
There is always a brave new world,” said Poirot, “but only, you know, for very special people. The lucky ones. The ones who carry the making of that world within themselves.
Some oysters which Griselda had ordered, and which would seem to be beyond the reach of incompetence, we were, unfortunately, not able to sample as we had nothing in the house to open them with – an omission which was discovered only when the moment for eating them arrived.
And briefly and succinctly, he put Miss Marple’s theory of the crime before the doctor, ending up with her final suggestion.
A ridiculous-looking little man. The sort of little man one could never take seriously.
The law. Lady Frances, is an uncertain animal. It has twists and turns that surprise the non-legal mind.
A little difficult to know where you were with Elinor. She didn’t reveal much of what she thought and felt about things. He liked that about her. He hated people who reeled off their thoughts and feelings to you, who took it for granted that you wanted to know all their mechanism. Reserve was always more interesting.
Don’t be offended because I think you’re young. Youth is a failing only too easily outgrown.
Lo imposible no puede haber sucedido; por tanto, lo imposible tiene que ser posible, a pesar de las apariencias.
If you must be Sherlock Holmes,” she observed, “I’ll get you a nice little syringe and a bottle labelled cocaine, but for God’s sake leave that violin alone.
Open your mouth and shut your eyes and see what the fairies will send you –.
Somehow, the more I get older, and the more I see of people and sadness and illness and everything, the sorrier I get for everyone.
The human and personal element can never be ignored.
Romance can be a by-product of crime.
Because this is just what a nightmare is. Walking about among people you know, looking in their faces- and suddenly the faces change- and it’s not someone you know any longer- it’s a stranger- a cruel stranger.
Nothing is more dangerous than the well-meant efforts of the younger generation to assist you and show their sympathy.