You know, Emily was a selfish old woman in her way. She was very generous, but she always wanted a return. She never let people forget what she had done for them - and, that way she missed love.

One must accept the fact that we have only one companion in this world, a companion who accompanies us from the cradle to the grave - our own self. Get on good terms with that companion - learn to live with yourself.

Don't think. That is the wrong way to bring anything back. Let it go. Sooner or later it will flash into your mind.

If you are to be Hercule Poirot, you must think of everything.

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

The young people think the old people are fools -- but the old people know the young people are fools.

One does what one can, not what one cannot.