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.