Occupation: Novelist Birth: September 15, 1890 Death: January 12, 1976
There is something about conscious tact that is very irritating..
Time is the best killer..
You regard it as impossible that a sinner should be struck down by the wrath of God! I do not!.
The out-of-date returns in due course as the picturesque..
From an early age I knew very strongly the lust to kill..
The first time you do a thing is always exciting..
Sitting here with one's knitting, one just sees the facts. -"The Blood-Stained Pavement.
Do you know my friend that each one of us is a dark mystery, a maze of conflicting passions and desire and aptitudes?.
Many years ago, when I was once saying sadly to Max it was a pity I couldn't have taken up archaeology when I was a girl, so as to be more knowledgea….
When a man is really in love he can't help looking like a sheep..
Real evidence is usually vague and unsatisfactory. It has to be examined---sifted. But here the whole thing is cut and dried. No, my friend, this evi….
I have often had occasion to notice how, where a direct question would fail to elicit a response, a false assumption brings instant information in th….
Everybody always knows something," said Adam, "even if it's something they don't know they know..
Time does not dispose of a question - it only presents it anew in a different guise..
In the midst of life, we are in death..
It's very inconvenient to be loved. Nearly everyone has found that out, sooner or later. The fewer people who love you the less you will have to suff….
With method and logic one can accomplish anything..
Truth, however bitter, can be accepted, and woven into a design for living..
Poirot: Do not allow Hate into your heart, for it will make a home there. Jackie: If Love cannot live there, Hate works just as well..
Trains are wonderful.... To travel by train is to see nature and human beings, towns and churches and rivers, in fact, to see life..
Jealousy, you know, is usually not an affair of causes. It is much more-how shall I say?-fundamental than that. Based on the knowledge that one's lov….