“One does see so much evil in a village,' murmured Miss Marple in an explanatory voice.”

“Everybody is very much alike, really. But fortunately, perhaps, they don't realise it. - Miss Marple”

“In an English village, you turn over a stone and have no idea what will crawl out.Miss Marple”

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

“If I were at any time to set out on a career of deceit, it would be of Miss Marple that I should be afraid.”

“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.”

“I really cannot understand the point of what you're saying. Really,' said Clotilde, looking at her. 'What a very extraordinary person you are. What sort of a woman are you? Why are you talking like this? Who are you?'Miss Marple pulled down the mass of pink wool that encircled her head, a pink wool scarf of the same kind that she had once worn in the West Indies.'One of my names,' she said, 'is Nemesis.''Nemesis? And what does that mean?''I think you know,' said Miss Marple. 'You are a very well educated woman. Nemesis is long delayed sometimes, but it comes in the end.”