Everybody Always Knows Something," Said Adam, "even

To Feel Admiration For A Man All Through One's Married Life Would, I Think, Be Excessively Tedious.

Three Months Seems To Me Quite A Reasonable Time To Complete A Book, If One Can Get Right Down To It.

There Hung About Her The Restrained Energy Of A Whiplash.

Poirot Said Placidly, “one Does Not, You Know, Employ Merely The Muscles. I Do Not Need To Bend And Measure The Footprints And Pick Up The Cigarette Ends And Examine The Bent Blades Of Grass. It Is Enough For Me To Sit Back In My Chair And Think. It Is This – ” He Tapped His Egg-shaped Head – “this, That Functions!

It's What's In *yourself* That Makes You Happy Or Unhappy.