It would be difficult Bland thought, to forget Hercule Poirot, and this not entirely for complimentary reasons.

I can imagine anything! That's the trouble with me. I can imagine things now - this minute. I could even make them sound all right, but of course none of them …

Who is there who has not felt a sudden startled pang at reliving an old experience or feeling an old emotion?

I must have a talk with you, David, and learn all the new ideas. As far as I can see, one must hate everybody but at the same time give them free medical atten…

Children are like wet cement. Whatever falls on them makes an impression.

Great music is that which penetrates the ear with facility and leaves the memory with difficulty. Magical music never leaves the memory.

E o abade pancudo que a tardinha, a varanda, palita o dente furado saboreando o seu cafe com um ar paterno, traz dentro em si os indistintos restos dum Torquem…