Sad Cypress (Hercule Poirot, #22)

by Agatha Christie

“The human face is, after all, nothing more nor less than a mask.” “And underneath?” “Underneath is the primitive human man or woman.”

But the truth is a two-edged weapon.

Love’s a desperate and twisting business. It can turn a worm into a fine fellow—and it can bring a decent, straight man down to the dregs!

“Ah, but life is like that! It does not permit you to arrange and order it as you will.