The heart of a woman who loves will forgive many blows.

There is nothing more thrilling in this world, I think, than having a child that is yours, and yet is mysteriously a stranger.

Nothing, I believe, is so full of life under the microscope as a drop of water from a stagnant pool.

Mr. Jesmond made a peculiar noise rather like a hen who has decided to lay an egg and then thought better of it.

She was a lucky woman who had established a happy knack of writing what quite a lot of people wanted to read.

I believe, Messieurs, in loyalty---to one's friends and one's family and one's caste.

If I were at any time to set out on a career of deceit, it would be of Miss Marple that I should be afraid.