If you hadn't anything worth saying why go chattering all the time?

Agatha Christie

Agatha Christie

Profession: Author
Nationality: British

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Truth is seldom romantic.

We're all mad, dear lady, he said as he ushered her in through the door. That's the secret of existence. We're all a little mad.

There comes to everyone a turning point in their lives, M. Poirot. They stand at the crossroads and have to decide. My profession interests me enormously; it is a sorrow - a very great sorrow - to abandon it. But there are other claims. There is, M. Poirot, the happiness of a human being.

I congratulate you on having such a unique and beautiful problem.

These women all lose their heads over a good-looking clergyman. You hear of it over and over again.

Life is always dangerous—never forget that. In the end, perhaps, not only great natural forces, but the work of our own hands may destroy it.

Ladies tell their nurses things in a sudden burst of confidence, and then, afterwards, they feel uncomfortable about it and wish they hadn't! It's only human nature.

Now, as I expect you know, there is nothing more cruel than talk, and there is nothing more difficult to combat. When people say things behind your back there is nothing you can refute or deny, and the rumours go on growing and growing, and no one can stop them.

And so could you know it if you would only use the brains the good God has given you. Sometimes I really am tempted to believe that by inadvertence, He passed you by.

Time is the best killer.

I felt a distinct pleasure in passing on my own discomfiture.

Dyspepsia is responsible for many a reputation for romantic melancholy or ungovernable rages.

I believe, Messieurs, in loyalty---to one's friends and one's family and one's caste.

All around us are people, of all classes, of all nationalities, of all ages. For three days these people, these strangers to one another, are brought together. They sleep and eat under one roof, they cannot get away from each other. At the end of three days they part, they go their several ways, never, perhaps, to see each other again.