And yet," said Poirot, "suppose an accident-" "Ah, no, my friend-" "From your point of view it would be regrettable, I agree. But nevertheless let us just for one moment suppose it. Then, perhaps, all these here are linked together - by death.

The rottenness comes from within.

My remarks are, as always, apt, sound, and to the point. (Hercule Poirot)

Sitting here with one's knitting, one just sees the facts. -"The Blood-Stained Pavement

Any medical man who predicts exactly when a patient will die, or exactly how long he will live, is bound to make a fool of himself. The human factor is always incalculable. The weak have often unexpected powers of resistance, the strong sometimes succumb.

Hate doesn't last. Love does.

One of the saddest things in life, is the things one remembers.