Hate Doesn't Last. Love Does.

Bottled, Was He?" Said Colonel Bantry, With An Englishman's Sympathy For Alcoholic Excess. "oh, Well, Can't Judge A Fellow By What He Does When He's Drunk? When I Was At Cambridge, I Remember I Put A Certain Utensil - Well - Well, Nevermind.

To Count - Really And Truly To Count - A Woman Must Have Goodness Or Brains.

It Is Odd How, When You Have A Secret Belief Of Your Own Which You Do Not Wish To Acknowledge, The Voicing Of It By Someone Else Will Rouse You To A Fury Of Denial.

No Sign, So Far, Of Anything Sinister—but I Live In Hope.

Everyone Likes Talking About Himself. - Hercule Poirot