You Have A Tendency, Hastings, To Prefer

Does The Real Thing Ever Have The Perfection Of A Stage Performance?

As You Yourself Have Said, What Other Explanation Can There Be?' Poirot Stared Straight Ahead Of Him. 'that Is What I Ask Myself,' He Said. 'that Is What I Never Cease To Ask Myself.

Is There Ever Any Particular Spot Where One Can Put One's Finger And Say, "it All Began That Day, At Such A Time And Such A Place, With Such An Incident?

Imagination Is A Good Servant, And A Bad Master.

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