These little grey cells. It is up to them.

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

The tragedy of life is that people do not change.

To rush into explanations is always a sign of weakness.

One of the oddest things in life, as we all know, is the way that when you have heard a thing mentioned, within twenty-four hours you nearly always come across it again.

Sensationalism dies quickly, fear is long-lived.

Ah, but life is like that! It does not permit you to arrange and order it as you will. It will not permit you to escape emotion, to live by the intellect and by reason! You cannot say, 'I will feel so much and no more.' Life, Mr. Welman, whatever else it is, is not reasonable. [Hercule Poirot]