The tragedy of life is that people do not change.

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

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.

She was a lucky woman who had established a happy knack of writing what quite a lot of people wanted to read.

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 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.

A mother's love for her child is like nothing else in the world.