If You Ask Me, Nobody Really Likes

You Want Beauty,' Said Hercules Poirot. 'beauty At Any Price. For Me, It Is Truth. I Want Always Truth.

If You Love, You Will Suffer, And If You Do Not Love, You Do Not Know The Meaning Of A Christian Life.

One Little Indian Boy Left All Alone; He Went And Hanged Himself And Then There Were None.

The Human Face Is, After All, Nothing More Nor Less Than A Mask.

I Don't Think Necessity Is The Mother Of Invention. Invention, In My Opinion, Arises Directly From Idleness, Possibly Also From Laziness - To Save Oneself Trouble.