Most successes are unhappy. That's why they are successes-they have to reassure themselves about themselves by achieving something that the world will notice.... The happy people are failures because...
It seems odd that as far as I know nobody has yet been murdered for having too perfect a character! And yet perfection is undoubtedly an irritating thing!
It is odd how, when you have a secret belief of your own which you do not wish to acknowledge, the voicing of it by someone else will rouse you to a fury of denial.
I believe, Messieurs, in loyalty---to one's friends and one's family and one's caste.
Go away where you're loved and taken care of and looked after.
Edna restored the toffee to the centre of her tongue and sucking pleasurably, resumed her typing of Naked Love by Armand Levine. Its painstaking eroticism left her uninterested--as indeed it did most...
Because of his face. His face? But— Yes, I know what you’re going to say. It’s a sinister face. That’s just it. No man with a face like that could be really sinister. It must be a colossal joke on the...
If one sticks too rigidly to one's principles one would hardly see anybody.
What can I say at seventy-five? Thank God for my good life,and for all the love that has been given to me.
Mrs. Cavendish: I am charming to my friends one day, and forget all about them the next.
Lie is more worth living, more full of interest when you are likely to lose it. It shouldn't be, perhaps, but it is. When you're young and strong and healthy, and life stretches ahead of you, living i...
I mean, what you say about how you write your books? What I mean is, first you've got to think of something, and then when you've thought of it you've got to force yourself to sit down and write it....
I mean that we here are on the wrong side of the tapestry, answered Father Brown. The things that happen here do not seem to mean anything; they mean something somewhere else. Somewhere else retributi...
How well you express it! That is exactly the curse of a politician’s life. He has to bow to the country’s feeling, however dangerous and foolhardy he knows it to be. That
Every murderer is probably somebody's old friend.
And anyway who the devil should I want to murder?""That would be a very good question," said Miss Marple. "I have not yet had the pleasure of sufficient conversation with you to evolve a theory as to...
Business is based on the well-known principle of supply and demand. You want something, the other man has it. The only thing left to settle is the price.
My flute, M. Poirot, is my oldest companion. When everything else fails, music remains.
Your not reliable. You wouldn't be at all a comfortable sort of person to live with.
Why the worst women should always attract the best men is something hard to fathom!