Words, Mademoiselle, Are Only The Outer Clothing

One Of Us In This Very Room Is In Fact The Murderer.

The Popular Idea That A Child Forgets Easily Is Not An Accurate One. Many People Go Right Through Life In The Grip Of An Idea Which Has Been Impressed On Them In Very Tender Years.

You Are The Patient One, Mademoiselle,' Said Poirot To Miss Debenham. She Shrugged Her Shoulders Slightly. 'what Else Can One Do?' You Are A Philosopher, Mademoiselle.' That Implies A Detached Attitude. I Think My Attitude Is More Selfish. I Have Learned To Save Myself Useless Emotion.

Speech ... Is An Invention Of Man's To Prevent Him From Thinking.

Use That Fluff Of Yours You Call A Brain.