Yes, it was dangerous, but we are not put into this world, Mr. Burton, to avoid danger when an important fellow creature's life is at stake. You understand me?
People with a grudge against the world are always dangerous. They seem to think life owes them something. I've known many an invalid who has suffered worse and been cut off from life much more . . . a...
It is clear that the books owned the shop rather than the other way about. Everywhere they had run wild and taken possession of their habitat, breeding and multiplying, and clearly lacking any strong...
Authors were shy, unsociable creatures, atoning for their lack of social aptitude by inventing their own companions and conversations.
I should have known when I first saw that picture. For it is a very remarkable picture. It is the picture of a murderess painted by her victim-it is the picture of a girl watching her lover dies.
… one can never go back, that one should not ever try to go back – that the essence of life is going forward. Life is really a One Way Street.
Vi pripadate Ligi naroda?-Ja pripadam cijelom svijetu, madame, reče Poirot dramatično.
Most successes are unhappy. That's why they are successes - they have to reassure about themselves by achieving something that the world will notice.
Why didn't they ask the Evans?
She's had a long life of experience in noticing evil, fancying evil, suspecting evil and going forth to do battle with evil.
The expected has happened, and when the expected happens, it always causes me emotion.
Oh! Do not excite yourself. Shall I say that he interested me because he was trying to grow a mustache and as yet the result is poor. Poirot stroked his own magnificent mustache tenderly. It is an art...
I suppose what I really am is restless. I want to go everywhere, see everything, do everything. I want to find something. Yes, that's it, I want to find something.
I often wonder why the whole world is so prone to generalise. Generalisations are seldom if ever true and are usually utterly inaccurate.
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.
She looked at them with shining eyes. Her chin went up. She said: You regard it as impossible that a sinner should be struck down by the wrath of God! I do not! The judge stroked his chin. He murmured...
It's what's in that makes you happy or unhappy.
No sign, so far, of anything sinister—but I live in hope.
And yet, said Poirot, suppose an accident-Ah, no, my friend-From your point of view it would be regrettable, I agree. But nevertheless let us just for one moment suppose it. Then, perhaps, all these h...
The popular idea that a child forgets easily is not an accurate one. Many people go right through life in the grip of an idea which has been impressed on them in very tender years.