As you yourself have said, what other explanation can there be?' Poirot stared straight ahead of him. 'That is what I ask myself,' he said. 'That is what I never cease to ask myself.

"Look here," I said, "people like to collect disasters."

And so could you know it if you would only use the brains the good God has given you. Sometimes I really am tempted to believe that by inadvertence, He passed you by.

Every murderer is probably somebody's old friend.

One little Indian boy left all alone; He went and hanged himself and then there were none.

Oh, I'm not afraid of death! What have I got to live for after all? I suppose you believe it's very wrong to kill a person who has injured you-even if they've taken away everything you had in the world?

Everything must be taken into account. If the fact will not fit the theory---let the theory go.