“I was thinking, that when my time comes, I should be sorry if the only plea I had to offer was that of justice. Because it might mean that only justice would be meted out to me.”
“It wasn't what you were born to, and no good comes from getting out of your station in life.”
“Alas," murmured Poirot to his mustaches, "that one can only eat three times a day ...”
“Fey...a Scotch word...It means the kind of exalted happiness that comes before disaster. You know--it's too good to be true.”
“I have no pity for myself either. So let it be Veronal. But I wish Hercule Poirot had never retired from work and come here to grow vegetable marrows.”
“We are ready to despair too soon, we are ready to say, ‘What’s the good of doing anything?’ Hope is the virtue we should cultivate most in this present day and age.”