One Little Indian Boy Left

There Is No Detective In England Equal To A Spinster Lady Of Uncertain Age With Plenty Of Time On Her Hands.

A Mother's Love For Her Child Is Like Nothing Else In The World.

It's What's In *yourself* That Makes You Happy Or Unhappy.

I Know Nothing About Pistols And Revolvers, Which Is Why I Usually Kill Off My Characters With A Blunt Instrument Or Better With Poisons. Besides, Poisons Are Neat And Clean And Really Exciting... I Do Not Think I Could Look A Really Ghastly Mangled Body In The Face. It Is The Means That I Am Interested In. I Do Not Usually Describe The End, Which Is Often A Corpse.

Speech ... Is An Invention Of Man's To Prevent Him From Thinking.