There are many things not called poison which can kill a man.

Agatha Christie

Agatha Christie

Profession: Author
Nationality: British


There are many things not called poison which can kill a man. Agatha Christie

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All Egypt is obsessed with death! And do you know why, Renisenb? Because we have eyes in our bodies, but none in our minds. We cannot conceive of a life other than this one - of a life after death. We can visualize only a continuation of what we know. We have no real belief in a God.

But it is one of the great consolations in nature that a man, however unattractive, will find that he is attractive - to some woman.

I married an archaeologist because the older I grow, the more he appreciates me.

But that's the worst of these attractive young women with affectionate dispositions. They'll say anything, and they mean absolutely nothing by it.

The happiness of one man and one woman is the greatest thing in all the world.

Now there has been a rearrangement of the kaleidoscope. From a mild discussion of probable wedding presents, we had been jerked into the midst of tragedy. Revolving.

There's too much tendency to attribute to God the evils that man does of his own free will. I might concede you the Devil. God doesn't really need to punish us, Miss Barton. We're so very busy punishing ourselves.

There is too much tendency to attribute to God the evils that man does of his own free will. I must concede you the Devil. God doesn't really need to punish us, Miss Barton. We're so busy punishing ourselves.

Some of us, in the words of the divine Greta Garbo, want to be alone.

There is, as Miss Marple would say, a lot of human nature in all of us.

She was a very good, kind woman. I could not have continued to live in the same house with her, but I did recognize her intrinsic worth.

He was at the stage of a meal when one becomes philosophic.

Oh, my friend, have I not said to you all along that I have no proofs. It is one thing to know that a man is guilty, it is quite another matter to prove him so. And, in this case, there is terribly little evidence. That is the whole trouble.

Colonel Race was not good at small talk and might indeed have posed as the model of a strong silent man so beloved by an earlier generation of novelists.