What can I say at seventy-five? "Thank God for my good life,and for all the love that has been given to me.

I mean that success has come early. And that is dangerous. Always dangerous.

I like living. I have sometimes been wildly, despairingly, acutelymiserable, racked with sorrow, but through it all I still know quitecertainly that just to be alive is a grand thing.

An archaeologist is the best husband a woman can have. The older she gets the more interested he is in her.

But I don't doubt it will be essentially the same type of crime. The details may be different, but the essentials underlying them will be the same. It's odd, but a criminal gives himself away every time by that. Man is an unoriginal animal," said Hercule Poirot.
"Women," said Mrs. Oliver, " are capable of infinite variation. I should never commit the same type of murder twice running."
"Don't you ever write the same plot twice running?" asked Battle.

Lies--and again lies--it amazes me, the amount of lies we had told to us this morning."
"There are more still to discover," said Poirot cheerfully.