Flowers are happy things.

I don't know if you know it, J.B., but you're the sort of fellow who causes hundreds to fall under suspicion when he's found stabbed in his library with a paper-knife of Oriental design.

One prefers, of course, on all occasions to be stainless and above reproach, but, failing that, the next best thing is unquestionably to have got rid of the body.

It is the bungled crime that brings remorse.

She's a sort of human vampire-bat

It is true of course, that I have a will of iron, but it can be switched off if the circumstances seem to demand it.

Success comes to a writer as a rule, so gradually that it is always something of a shock to him to look back and realize the heights to which he has climbed.