If you place your head in a lion’s mouth, then you cannot complain one day if he happens to bite it off.
One of the luckiest things that can happen to you in life is, I think, to have a happy childhood.
Any woman can fool a man if she wants to and if he’s in love with her.
I like living. I have sometimes been wildly, despairingly, acutely miserable, racked with sorrow; but through it all I still know quite certainly that just to be alive is a grand thing.
Poirot, I said. I have been thinking.An admirable exercise my friend. Continue it.
There are so many ways of being divided, length and height and breadth… but to be divided by time is the worst way of all.
And yet, said Poirot, suppose an accident-Ah, no, my friend-From your point of view it would be regrettable, I agree. But nevertheless let us just for one moment suppose it. Then, perhaps, all these here are linked together – by death.
Where do one’s fears come from? Where do they shape themselves? Where do they hide before coming out into the open?
A man when he is making up to anybody can be cordial and gallant and full of little attentions and altogether charming. But when a man is really in love he can’t help looking like a sheep.
Aeons passed . . . worlds spun and whirled . . . Time was motionless . . . It stood still—it passed through a thousand ages . . .
No, my friend, I am not drunk. I have just been to the dentist, and need not return for another six months! Is it not the most beautiful thought?–Poirot
That’s peace – real peace. To come to the end – not to have to go on… Yes, peace.