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.

You cannot mix up sentiment and reason.

I always think loyalty's such a tiresome virtue.

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

Truth, however bitter, can be accepted, and woven into a design for living.

If only-if only, Hastings, you would part your hair in the middle instead of at the side! What a difference it would make to the symmetry of your appearance. And your moustache. If you must have a moustache, let it be a real moustache-a thing of beauty such as mine.

Everybody always knows something," said Adam, "even if it's something they don't know they know.