'So to you Elsa Greer spoke in the words of Juliet?'
'Yes. She was a spoiled child of fortune - young, lovely, rich. She found her mate and claimed him - no young Romeo, a married, middle-aged painter. Elsa Greer had no code to restrain her, she had the code of modernity. "Take what you want - we shall only live once!'

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'Curiosity?' (...)
'Ah, you realize that?'
Poirot said:
'It is inevitable. Women will always see a private detective! Men will tell him to go to the devil.'
'Some women might tell him to go to the devil too.'
'After they have seen him - not before.'

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Miss Williams killing anybody at all! Another fantastic picture: 'Did you ever kill anybody, Miss Williams?' 'Go on with your arithmetic, Carla, and don't ask silly questions. To kill anybody is very wicked.'

"I am fond of pigs. Dogs look up to us. Cats look down on us. Pigs treat us as equals."

"No," said Lady Constance, after a moment's thought. "No, I shall not dismiss Beach. I take the view that he was led astray by Galahad. Galahad! I remember, when we were children," said Lady Constance wistfully, "seeing Galahad fall into that deep pond in the kitchen garden. And just as he was sinking for the last time, one of the gardeners came and pulled him out," she added, speaking with a sort of wild regret. It was plain that she was in agreement with the poet that of all sad words of tongue or pen the saddest are these: 'It might have been.' She paused for a moment, brooding on the folly of that chuckle-headed gardener.