There Hung About Her The Restrained Energy

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

The Whole Thing Was Like A Nine-month Ocean Voyage To Which You Never Got Acclimatized.

She Was A Lucky Woman Who Had Established A Happy Knack Of Writing What Quite A Lot Of People Wanted To Read.

Never Tell All You Know—not Even To The Person You Know Best.

Love Is Not Everything ... It Is Only When We Are Young That We Think It Is.