Imagination is a good servant, and a bad master.

As you yourself have said, what other explanation can there be?' Poirot stared straight ahead of him. 'That is what I ask myself,' he said. 'That is what I never cease to ask myself.

A weak man in a corner is more dangerous than a strong man.

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

Plots come to me at such odd moments, when I am walking along the street, or examining a hat shop… suddenly a splendid idea comes into my head.

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 just woke up feeling happy this morning. You know those days when everything in the world seems right.