The Murder of Roger Ackroyd (Hercule Poirot, #4)

by Agatha Christie

“The chains of habit. We work to attain an object, and the object gained, we find that what we miss is the daily toil.

I was foolish—and worse than foolish—greedy. I risked the substance for the shadow.”

“Lot of harm done by blurting out things at the wrong time.”

Youth is very buoyant. Even the brutal murder of his friend and employer could not dim Geoffrey Raymond’s spirits for long. Perhaps that is as it should be. I do not know. I have lost the quality of resilience long since myself.

The truth, however ugly in itself, is always curious and beautiful to the seeker after it.

Women observe subconsciously a thousand little details, without knowing that they are doing so. Their subconscious mind adds these little things together—and they call the result intuition.

“You’ll never get the big hands if you don’t go for them,” urged Caroline. “Well, we must all play our own way, mustn’t we?” said Miss Gannett.