Do you know my friend that each one of us is a dark mystery, a maze of conflicting passions and desire and aptitudes?
When engaged in eating, the brain should be the servant of the stomach.
إن الأطفال مخلوقات صغيرة غريبة، إذا تعرضوا لخوف رهيب فإنهم لا يتحدثون عنه، و لا سيما إذا كانوا لا يفهمون مصدر رعبهم. إنهم يدفنون خوفهم بين جوارحهم، و ربما بدا أنهم نسوه و لكن ذكراه تبقى هناك في أعماق...
Will you pour out tea, Miss Brent?' The elder woman replied: 'No, you do it, dear. That tea-pot is so heavy. And I have lost two skeins of my grey knitting-wool. So annoying.' Vera moved to the...
When will a woman lie? Sometimes for herself. Usually for the man she loves. Always for her children.
Was bad language used? asked Colonel Melchett.It depends on what you call bad language.Could you understand it? I asked.Of course I could understand it.Then it couldn’t have been bad language, I said....
The truth, however ugly in itself, is always curious and beautiful to seekers after it.
Sometimes what you think is an end is only a beginning. And that wouldn't do at all.
Sometimes one sees things clearly years afterwards than one could possibly at the time.
Poirot was an extraordinary looking little man. He was hardly more than five feet, four inches, but carried himself with great dignity. His head was exactly the shape of an egg, and he always perched...
Never do anything yourself that others can do for you.
It's like all those quiet people, when they do lose their tempers they lose them with a vengeance.
Instinct is a marvelous thing. It can neither be explained nor ignored.
I don't go in for being sorry for people. For one thing it's insulting. One is only sorry for people if they are sorry for themselves. Self-pity is the biggest stumbling block in our world today.~Jess...
I dare say it is good for one now and again to realize what an idiot one can be! But no one relishes the process.
One of the luckiest things that can happen to you in life is, I think, to have a happy childhood.
I remember one teacher there -- I can't recall her name now. She was short and spare, and I remember her eager jutting chin. Quite unexpectedly one day (in the middle, I think, of an arithmetic lesson...
When you're in the middle of a nightmare, something ordinary is the only hope. Anyway, ordinary things are the best. I've always thought so.
There’s too much tendency to attribute to God the evils that man does of his own free will. I might concede you the Devil. God doesn’t really need to punish us, Miss Barton. We’re so very busy punishi...
There is nothing so terrible as to live in an atmosphere of suspicion - to see eyes watching you and the love in them changing to fear - nothing so terrible as to suspect those near and dear to you -...