Evil never goes unpunished, Monsieur. But the punishment is sometimes secret.

The steamship whose machinery is broken may be brought into port and made fast to the dock. She is safe, but not sound. Repairs may last a long time. Christ designs to make us both safe and sound. Justification gives the first - safety; sanctification gives us the second - soundness.

I was thinking, that when my time comes, I should be sorry if the only plea I had to offer was that of justice. Because it might mean that only justice would be meted out to me.

... evil was, perhaps, necessarily always more impressive than good.

I have no pity for myself either. So let it be Veronal. But I wish Hercule Poirot had never retired from work and come here to grow vegetable marrows.

Do you know my friend that each one of us is a dark mystery, a maze of conflicting passions and desire and aptitudes?

Wonderful things, horses. Never know what they will do, or won't do.