The Bereaved Had Never Any Doubt About

A Woman Who Doesn't Lie Is A Woman Without Imagination And Without Sympathy.

Words, Mademoiselle, Are Only The Outer Clothing Of Ideas.

Too Much Safety Is Abhorrent To The Nature Of A Human Being.

I'm Going To Marry Him. And If He Thinks He Can Get Divorced And Married Every Two Or Three Years In The Approved Hollywood Fashion, Well, He Never Made A Bigger Mistake In His Life. He's Going To Marry And Stick To Me.

If You Are To Be Hercule Poirot, You Must Think Of Everything.