I often wonder why the whole world is so prone to generalise. Generalisations are seldom if ever true and are usually utterly inaccurate.

I specialize in murders of quiet, domestic interest.

Good advice is always certain to be ignored, but that's no reason not to give it.

I can think of nothing more soul destroying in life than to persist in trying to do a thing you want desperately to do well, and to know that you are at the best second rate.

One never quite allows for the moron in our midst.

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

One of us in this very room is in fact the murderer.