The Tragedy Of Life Is That People

Prisoners At The Bar, Have You Anything To Say In Your Defence?

But No Artist, I Now Realize, Can Be Satisfied With Art Alone. There Is A Natural Craving For Recognition Which Cannot Be Gain-said.

One Does See So Much Evil In A Village,' Murmured Miss Marple In An Explanatory Voice.

I Have A Certain Experience Of The Way People Tell Lies.

There Is Evil Everywhere Under The Sun.