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...

Trains are relentless things, aren’t they, Monsieur Poirot? People are murdered and die, but they go on just the same. I am talking nonsense, but you know what I mean.””Yes, yes, I know. Life is...

I did not deceive you, mon ami. At most, I permitted you to deceive yourself.

Miss Howard: Like a good detective story myself. Lots of nonsense written, though. Criminal discovered in last Chapter. Everyone dumbfounded. Real crime – you’d know at once.

Your idea of a woman is someone who gets on a chair and shrieks if she sees a mouse. That’s all prehistoric.

I feel that if I could sweep all this away . . . all the buildings and the sects and the fierce squabbling churches . . . that I might see Christ’s quiet figure riding...

Everybody said, “Follow your heart”. I did, it got broken

I have always noticed that these artists and writers are very unbalanced

I know there’s a proverb which that says ‘To err is human,’ but a human error is nothing to what a computer can do if it tries.

I believe at least in one of the chief tenets of the Christian faith–contentment with a lowly place. I am a doctor and I know that ambition–the desire to succeed–to have power–leads to most ills...

In the midst of life, we are in death.

Poirot, watching him, felt suddenly a doubt–an uncomfortable twinge. Was there, here, something that he had missed? Some richness of the spirit? Sadness crept over him. Yes, he should have become acquainted with the classics....

Authors were shy, unsociable creatures, atoning for their lack of social aptitude by inventing their own companions and conversations.

Who was there to guard youth from pain and death – youth who could not, who had never been able to, guard itself? Did they know too little? Or was it that they knew too...

Mon cher docteur! Do you not think I know the female mentality? The village gossip, it is based always, always on the relations of the sexes. If a man poisons his wife in order to...

I always think loyalty’s such a tiresome virtue.

Un archeologo è il miglior marito che una donna possa avere: più lei diventa vecchia, più lui s’interessa a lei.

What can I say at seventy-five? “Thank God for my good life,and for all the love that has been given to me.

She’s had a long life of experience in noticing evil, fancying evil, suspecting evil and going forth to do battle with evil.

If Hori were to die, I should not forget! Hori is a song in my heart for ever… That means-that there is no more death…

A man travels fastest who travels alone.

It is a curious thought, but it is only when you see people looking ridiculous that you realize just how much you love them.

An archaeologist is the best husband a woman can have. The older she gets, the more interested he is in her.

One little Indian left all alone, he went out and hanged himself and then there were none.

When you find that people are not telling you the truth—look out!

In fact,’ said Poirot, ‘she stabbed him in the dark, not realising that he was dead already, but somehow deduced that he had a watch in his pyjama pocket, took it out, put back the...

One of the saddest things in life, is the things one remembers.

Death, mademoiselle, unfortunately creates a prejudice. A prejudice in favour of the deceased. I heard what you said just now to my friend Hastings. ‘A nice bright girl with no men friends.’ You said that...

Speech is the deadliest of revealers.’ – Hercule Poirot, Cards on the Table

In fact-Dr. Sheppard!

He felt a strange pang. It was, perhaps, the fault of old Mr Jonathan, speaking of Juliet… No Juliet here – unless perhaps one could imagine Juliet a survivor – living on, deprived of Romeo…...

One must have common sense, nothing is permanent, nothing endures. I have come to the conclusion that this place is run by a madman. A madman, let me tell you, can be very logical. If...

An appreciative listener is always stimulating.

You’ve a pretty good nerve,” said Ratchett. “Will twenty thousand dollars tempt you?”It will not.”If you’re holding out for more, you won’t get it. I know what a thing’s worth to me.”I, also M. Ratchett.”What’s...

… 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.

Nowadays, no one believes in evil. It is considered, at most, a mere negation of good. Evil, people say, is done by those who know no better – who are undeveloped – who are to...

I like a good detective story,” he said. “But, you know, they begin in the wrong place! They begin with the murder. But the murder is the end. The story begins long before that—years before sometimes with all the causes and events that bring certain people to a certain place at a certain time on a certain day.

People bicker so and have such rows. Even if they’re fond of each other, they still seem to have rows and not to mind a bit whether they have them in public or not.

Poirot,” I said. “I have been thinking.””An admirable exercise my friend. Continue it.

Women can accept the fact that a man is a rotter, a swindler, a drug taker, a confirmed liar, and a general swine, without batting an eyelash, and without its impairing their affection for the...

It often seems to me that’s all detective work is, wiping out your false starts and beginning again.”Yes, it is very true, that. And it is just what some people will not do. They conceive...

Youth is a failing only tooeasily outgrown.

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 of Mr. Levine’s...

…It was borne in upon her audience that the outside of Jane’s charming head was distinctly superior to the inside.

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 here...

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...

You do think you know about everything,” said her husband. I do,” said Tuppence.

I was thinking, that when my time comes, I should be sorry if the only plea I had to offer was that of justice. Because it might mean that only justice would be meted out...

E un fenomen foarte des înt lnit. Dacă văd vreodată pe cineva care pare să aibă o părere foarte bună despre sine și se laudă fără încetare, știu de fiecare dată că undeva există un...

I suppose without curiosity a man would be a tortoise. Very comfortable life, a tortoise has. Goes to sleep all winter and doesn’t eat anything more than grass as far as I know, to live...