“ My flute, M. Poirot, is my oldest companion. When everything else fails, music remains. ”
It is a curious thought, but it is only when you see people looking ridiculous that you realize just how much you love them.
~ Agatha Christie
To every problem, there is a most simple solution.
No, my friend, I am not drunk. I have just been to the dentist, and need not return for another six months! Is it not the most beautiful thought?--Poirot
Where do one's fears come from? Where do they shape themselves? Where do they hide before coming out into the open?
