Character: Hercule Poirot. Page 17

Do not open your heart to evil, Mademoiselle. Letting it there, you won't be able to turn back.

Everything is changing, Madam. This rule, from which no one deviates.

In life, sometimes there are just terrible... you Need to have great fortitude.
- To kill himself? Yes, you are right.
- And to live - said Poirot, - it also needs to have the power of the spirit.

Still. The dawn comes up right before your eyes! The murderer was a man of great physical strength, he's mospak, he's a woman, he's left-handed and right-handed at the same time. This is ridiculous!

- Can I afford a personal question, Madam?
- And they exist in our time?

She carries? Good? Evil? Or just unhappy? Guess what. She impenetrable. Maybe behind that mask there is nothing. One thing is certain, my friend, this woman with a twinkle.

- I was just thinking...
- Fascinating trade, my friend. Do not despise them in the future.

The secrecy - an art that requires multiple and ingenious lies, and great artistic abilities, and the ability to enjoy this Comedy from the heart.

The world is becoming difficult for life, and this applies to all except the strongest.

I myself liars are understanding. A woman that doesn't lie is a woman without imagination, but these women are not nice to me.

Strange all the same thing - intuition, and to dismiss it it is impossible, and impossible to explain.

Men danger lurks everywhere, and women are mainly in love.