I didn't want to work. It was as simple as that. I distrusted work, disliked it. I thought it was a very bad thing that the human race had unfortunately invented for itself.

There is no question of defence. I have always acted in accordance with the dictates of my conscience. I have nothing with which to reproach myself.

I did not deceive you, mon ami. At most, I permitted you to deceive yourself.

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.

Be sure thy sin will find thee out.

One does see so much evil in a village,' murmured Miss Marple in an explanatory voice.

What good is money if it can't buy happiness?