The Mystery of the Blue Train

A man when he is making up to anybody can be cordial and gallant and full of little attentions and altogether charming. But when a man is really in love he can't help looking like a sheep.

I do not argue with obstinate men. I act in spite of them.

Trains are relentless things, aren't they, Monsieur Poirot? People are murdered and die, but they go on just the same. I am talking nonsense, but you know what I mean." "Yes, yes, I know. Life is like a train, Mademoiselle. It goes on. And it is a good thing that that is so." "Why?" "Because the train gets to its journey's end at last, and there is a proverb about that in your language, Mademoiselle." "'Journey's end in lovers meeting.'" Lenox laughed. "That is not going to be true for me." "Yes--yes, it is true. You are young, younger than you yourself know. Trust the train, Mademoiselle, for it is le bon Dieu who drives it." The whistle of the engine came again. "Trust the train, Mademoiselle," murmured Poirot again. "And trust Hercule Poirot. He knows.

The expected has happened, and when the expected happens, it always causes me emotion.

Ah, mais c'est Anglais ca," he murmured, "everything in black and white, everything clear cut and well defined. But life, it is not like that, Mademoiselle. There are things that are not yet, but which cast their shadow before.

I am not mad. I am eccentric perhaps--at least certain people say so; but as regards my profession. I am very much as one says, 'all there.

You tell your lies and you think nobody knows. But there are two people who know. Yes- two people. One is le bon Dieu - and the other is Hercule Poirot

A man when he is making up to anybody can be cordial and gallant and full of little attentions and altogether charming. But when a man is really in love, he can't help looking like a sheep. Now, whenever that young man looked at you, he looked like a sheep. I take back all I said this morning. It is genuine.

Katherine Grey was born with the power of managing old ladies, dogs, and small boys, and she did it without any apparent sense of strain.

M. Van Aldin is an obstinate man," said Poirot drily. "I do not argue with obstinate men. I act in spite of them.

But when a man is really in love he can't help looking like a sheep. Now whenever that young man looked he looked like a sheep I take back all is this morning. It is genuine.

those who have listened do not find it easy to talk; they keep their sorrows and joys to themselves and tell no one.

I was wrong about that young man of yours. A man when he is making up to anybody can be cordial and gallant and full of little attentions and altogether charming. But when a man is really in love, he can't help looking like a sheep. Now, whenever that young man looked at you, he looked like a sheep. I take back all I said this morning. It is genuine.

Yes, yes, I know. Life is like a train, Mademoiselle. It goes on. And it is a good thing that that is so.” “Why?” “Because the train gets to its journey’s end at last, and there is a proverb about that in your language, Mademoiselle.” “ ‘Journeys end in lovers meeting.’ ” Lenox laughed. “That is not going to be true for me.” “Yes—yes, it is true. You are young, younger than you yourself know. Trust the train, Mademoiselle, for it is le bon Dieu who drives it.

In an Empire where rats ruled, he was the king of the rats.

Forse avete ragione, mademoiselle. Sapete, l'uomo che vi parla ha avuto modo di osservare il mondo in lungo e in largo, e così adesso so che due cose sono vere. Un uomo buono può essere rovinato dal suo amore per una donna cattiva...ma vale anche l'inverso. Un uomo cattivo può ugualmente essere rovinato dal suo amore per una donna buona." Katherine si volse a guardarlo un pò incerta. "Quando dite rovinato..." "Intendo dal suo punto di vista. Uno deve mettere nel fare il male altrettanto trasporto che mette nel fare qualsiasi altra cosa.

Io non sono brava come voi, Monsieur Poirot. Metà delle cose che mi avete detto mi sembravano fatti sconclusionati e senza senso. Anche a me erano venute delle idee, ma da un angolo completamente diverso..." "Ah, ma è sempre così", disse Poirot senza scomporsi. "Uno specchio mostra a tutti la stessa verità, ma ognuno la vede da angoli diversi, a seconda della posizione che ha rispetto a esso.

I never prophesy," he declared pompously. "It is true that I have the habit of being always right - but I do not boast of it.

You tell your lies and you think nobody knows. But there are two people who know. Yes - two people. One is le bon Dieu -" He raised a hand to heaven, and then settling himself back in his chair and shutting his eyelids, he murmured comfortably: "And the other is Hercule Poirot.

Recuerde que en esta vida las cosas no son tan bonitas como parecen a primera vista.