I'm Going To Marry Him. And If

I Like To Inquire Into Everything. Hercule Poirot Is A Good Dog. The Good Dog Follows The Scent, And If, Regrettably, There Is No Scent To Follow, He Noses Around - Seeking Always Something That Is Not Very Nice.

I Think, Myself, That One's Memories Represent Those Moments Which, Insignificant As They May Seem, Nevertheless Represent The Inner Self And Oneself As Most Really Oneself.

There Is No Telling What A Human Character Is. Until The Test Comes. To Most Of Us The Test Comes Early In Life. A Man Is Confronted Quite Soon With The Necessity To Stand On His Own Feet, To Face Dangers And Difficulties And To Take His Own Line Of Dealing With Them. It May Be The Straight Way, It May Be The Crooked Way --- Whichever It Is, A Man Usually Learns Early Just What He Is Made Of.

The Bereaved Had Never Any Doubt About Their Dear Ones' Wishes And Those Wishes Usually Squared With Their Own Inclinations.

I Like Living. I Have Sometimes Been Wildly, Despairingly, Acutely Miserable, Racked With Sorrow, But Through It All I Still Know Quite Certainly That Just To Be Alive Is A Grand Thing.