It's like all those quiet people, when they do lose their tempers they lose them with a vengeance.

No, my friend, I am not drunk. I have just been to the dentist, and need not return for another six months! Is it not the most beautiful thought? --Poirot

As life goes on it becomes tiring to keep up the character you invented for yourself, and so you relapse into individuality and become more like yourself everyday.

At the small table, sitting very upright, was one of the ugliest old ladies he had ever seen. It was an ugliness of distinction - it fascinated rather than repelled.

The trouble with you and me, is that we don't live in the real world. We dream of fantastic things that may never happen.

Where do one's fears come from? Where do they shape themselves? Where do they hide before coming out into the open?

There are more important things than finding the murderer. And justice is a fine word, but it is sometimes difficult to say exactly what one means by it. In my opinion, the important thing is to clear the innocent. - Hercule Poirot