Death in the Clouds

Life can be very terrible," he said. "One needs much courage." "To kill oneself? yes, I suppose one does." "Also to live," said Poirot, "one needs courage.

Mon ami,' said Poirot with dignity, 'when I commit a murder it will not be with the arrow poison of the South American Indians.

A meal should always lie lightly on the estomac," said Poirot. "It should not be so heavy as to paralyze thought.

There comes to everyone a turning point in their lives, M. Poirot. They stand at the crossroads and have to decide. My profession interests me enormously; it is a sorrow - a very great sorrow - to abandon it. But there are other claims. There is, M. Poirot, the happiness of a human being.

You are young still. Naturally, one tries this, that and the other, but what one eventually settles down into is the life one prefers.

Looks a bit fishy to me," said Japp. "He actually had a blowpipe, and look at his manner. All to pieces." "That is the severity of your official demeanor, my good Japp." "There's nothing for anyone to be afraid of if they're only telling the truth," said the Scotland Yard man austerely. Poirot looked at him pityingly. "In verity, I believe that you yourself honestly believe that.

It is romantic, you know, the transatlantic telephone. To speak so easily to someone nearly halfway across the globe. The telegraphed photograph - that, too, is romantic. Science is the greatest romance there is.

When the mal de mer seizes me I, Hercule Poirot, am a creature with no gray cells, no order, no method — a mere member of the human race somewhat below average intelligence! It is deplorable, but there it is! And talking of these matters, how is my excellent friend Giraud?