It is a curious thought, but it is only when you see people looking ridiculous that you realize just how much you love them.

As life goes on it becomes tiring to keep up the character you invented for yourself, and so you relapse into individuality and become more like yourself everyday.

Many years ago, when I was once saying sadly to Max it was a pity I couldn't have taken up archaeology when I was a girl, so as to be more knowledgeable on the subject, he said, 'Don't you realize that at this moment you know more about prehistoric pottery than any woman in England?'

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

It had come about ex­act­ly in the way things hap­pened in books.

The tragedy of life is that people do not change.

Until one looks back on one's own past one fails to realise what an extraordinary view of the world a child has.