Mr. Jesmond made a peculiar noise rather like a hen who has decided to lay an egg and then thought better of it.

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..."

A man when he is making up to anybody can be cordial and gallant and full of little attentions and altogether charming. But when a man is really in love he can't help looking like a sheep.

Evil is not any superhuman, but it is HUMAN.

The out-of-date returns in due course as the picturesque.

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

I've got a stomach now as well as a behind. And I mean - well, you can't pull it in both ways, can you? ... I've made it a rule to pull in my stomach and let my behind look after itself.