One knows so little. When one knows more it is too late.
Jealousy, you know, is usually not an affair of causes. It is much more-how shall I say?-fundamental than that. Based on the knowledge that one's love is not returned. And so one goes on waiting, watching, expecting...that the loved one will turn to someone else.
Never do anything yourself that others can do for you.
The heart of a woman who loves will forgive many blows.
The tragedy of life is that people do not change.
If I were at any time to set out on a career of deceit, it would be of Miss Marple that I should be afraid.