“Alas," murmured Poirot to his mustaches, "that one can only eat three times a day ...”
“Oh! Do not excite yourself. Shall I say that he interested me because he was trying to grow a mustache and as yet the result is poor." Poirot stroked his own magnificent mustache tenderly. "It is an art," he murmured, "the growing of the mustache! I have sympathy for all who attempt it.”
“If you eat three times a day you'll be fed but if you read three times a day you'll be wise".”
“To eat well in England you should have breakfast three times a day.”
“Eating three times a day means takingon, almost without respite, the work of assimilation.”
“If I were stranded on a desert island, and could have only one person and three things with me, I’d want Nietzsche, a pen, paper, and a stick-on mustache.”