What good is money if it can't buy happiness?

One is alone when the last one who remembers is gone.

The things young women read nowadays and profess to enjoy positively frighten me.

I admit," I said, "that a second murder in a book often cheers things up." - Hastings

It's so much nicer to be a secret and delightful sin to anybody than to be a feather in his cap.

It is the brain, the little gray cells on which one must rely. One must seek the truth within--not without." ~ Poirot

I, myself, was always recognized . . . as the “slow one” in the family. It was quite true, and I knew it and accepted it. Writing and spelling were always terribly difficult for me. My letters were without originality. I was . . . an extraordinarily bad speller and have remained so until this day.