Use that fluff of yours you call a brain.

But surely for everything you love you have to pay some price.

Tea! Bless ordinary everyday afternoon tea!

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

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.

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

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.