Fey...a Scotch word...It means the kind of exalted happiness that comes before disaster. You know--it's too good to be true.

Assumptions are dangerous things.

You want beauty,' said Hercules Poirot. 'Beauty at any price. For me, it is truth. I want always truth.

Everything has got its right size. When it is its right size and well run it's the tops.

Hercule Poirot: I am an imbecile. I see only half of the picture. Miss Lemon: I don't even see that.

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

The trouble with you and me, is that we don't live in the real world. We dream of fantastic things that may never happen.