Wonderful things, horses. Never know what they will do, or won't do.

Words are such uncertain things, they so often sound well but mean the opposite of what one thinks they do.

Where do one's fears come from? Where do they shape themselves? Where do they hide before coming out into the open?

Hercule Poirot: I am an imbecile. I see only half of the picture. Miss Lemon: I don't even see that.

Plots come to me at such odd moments, when I am walking along the street, or examining a hat shop… suddenly a splendid idea comes into my head.

Difficulties are made to be overcome ~ Miss Felicity Lemon, Agatha Christie's Poirot: The Plymouth Express

Elephants can remember, but we are human beings and mercifully human beings can forget.