A cat and a Bible, and nobody needs to be lonely.

It's the safety valve of middle life, and the solace of age.

... if one can remember without loving, then couldn't one love without remembering?

People that trust themselves a dozen miles from the city, in strange houses, with servants they don't know, needn't be surprised if they wake up some morning and find their throats cut.

The world doesn't come to the clever folks, it comes to the stubborn, obstinate, one-idea-at-a-time people.

The mystery story is two stories in one: the story of what happened and the story of what appeared to happen.

Women are like dogs really. They love like dogs, a little insistently. And they like to fetch and carry and come back wistfully after hard words, and learn rather easily to carry a basket.