That is what I mean. A bath! The receptacle of porcelain, one turns the taps and fills it, one gets in, one gets out and ghoosh - ghoosh - ghoosh, the water goes down the waste pipe!" "M. Poirot are you quite mad?" "No, I am extremely sane.

One is left with the horrible feeling now that war settles nothing; that to win a war is as disastrous as to lose one.

Men don't understand how their mannerisms can get on women's nerves so that you feel you just have to snap.

Everything that has existed, lingers in the Eternity.

It is completely unimportant. That is why it is so interesting.

the detective's highest talent lay in the gentle art of seeking favours under the guise of conferring them!

I'm afraid of death... Yes, but that doesn't stop death coming.