Words, Mademoiselle, Are Only The Outer Clothing

It Is Ridiculous To Set A Detective Story In New York City. New York City Is Itself A Detective Story.

Who Are You? You Don't Belong To The Police?' 'i Am Better Than The Police,' Said Poirot. He Said It Without Conscious Arrogance. It Was, To Him, A Simple Statement Of Fact.

Authors Were Shy, Unsociable Creatures, Atoning For Their Lack Of Social Aptitude By Inventing Their Own Companions And Conversations.

Everything Has Got Its Right Size. When It Is Its Right Size And Well Run It's The Tops.

To Feel Admiration For A Man All Through One's Married Life Would, I Think, Be Excessively Tedious.