I've always noticed that if you speak the truth in a rather silly way nobody believes you.

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.

It's no good starting out by thinking one is a heaven-born genius- some people are, but very few. No, one is a tradesman - a tradesman in a good honest trade. You must learn the technical skills, and then, within that trade, you can apply your own creative ideas, but you must submit them to the discipline of form.

Sensationalism dies quickly, fear is long-lived.

What's wrong with my proposition?" Poirot rose. "If you will forgive me for being personal-I do not like your face, M. Ratchett.

It is a curious thought, but it is only when you see people looking ridiculous that you realize just how much you love them.

I have always been so sure - too sure... But now I am very humble and I say like a little child: "I do not know..."