Quotes About Knowledge

He was a man of whom nearly everybody was a little afraid. Why this last was so can hardly be stated in definite words. There was a feeling, perhaps, that he knew a little too much about everybody. And there was a feeling, too, that his sense of humor was a curious one.

Why must it be simple?' ' Because it appears so complex. If it has necessarily to appear complex, it must be simple. You comprehend that?

wanted to know." "It's better not to know. It's better never to know. Better to leave things as they are. Not push and pry and poke." "You want beauty," said Hercule Poirot. "Beauty at any price. For me, it is truth I want. Always truth." Michael

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.

But then, how do you know?' 'Because I am Hercule Poirot! I do not need to be told.

Os elefantes não esquecem-disse a senhora Oliver-,mas nós somos seres humanos e temos a capacidade de esquecer." Os elefantes não se esquecem.

Why not have told me the truth?" he countered. "In a place like this, all Ralph Paton's doings were bound to be known. If your sister had not happened to pass through the wood that day somebody else would have done

The young people think that the old people are fools, but the old people KNOW the young people are fools.

One can't do anything without a man. Men know so much, and are able to get information in so many ways that are simply impossible to women.

It's really what people call intuition and make such a fuss about. Intuition is like reading a word without having to spell it out. A child can't do that because it has had so little experience. But a grown-up person knows the word because they've seen it often before. You catch my meaning, Vicar?

It is always easier, Madame, to tell a thing to someone who already has a very good idea of what it is.

The truth is," said Evelyn, "that one doesn't really know anything about anybody." She added, "Not even the people who are nearest to you…." "Isn't that going a little too far, Evelyn—exaggerating too much?" "I don't think it is. When you think of people, it is in the image you have made of them for yourself." "I know you," said Edward Hillingdon quietly. "You think you do.

Emily laughed. Bending over she kissed the old lady. 'Don't pretend to be an idiot,' she said. 'You know perfectly well which it is.

I remember a saying of my Great Aunt Fanny's. I was sixteen at the time and thought it particularly foolish." "Yes?" I inquired. "She used to say: 'The young people think the old people are fools; but the old people know the young people are fools!

Everyone's doing research now days, said Tuppence. You know. All the teenagers and all ones nephews or cousins or other people's sons and daughters. They're all doing research. I don't know what actually they do research into nowadays but they never seem to do it whatever it is afterwards. They just have the research and a good time doing research and they're very pleased with themselves and well I don't quite know what does come next.

Mrs. Dane Calthrop, on the other hand, was quite terrifyingly on the spot. I have perhaps purposely put off mentioning her, because I was from the first a little afraid of her. She was a woman of character and of almost Olympian knowledge. She was not in the least the typical vicar's wife?but that, as I set it down, makes me ask myself, what do I know of vicars' wives?

Intuition is like reading a word without having to spell it out. A child can't do that because it has had so little experience. But a grown-up person knows the word because they've seen it often before. You catch my meaning, Vicar?

The old, you must remember, though considered incapable of action, have nevertheless a good fund of experience on which to draw.

Yes, yes, it is as I say. 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.

I don't think. I know.

Really, Poirot! In the Middle Ages you would certainly have been burnt at the stake. How can you possibly know the things you do!

Some day she will know how wise old men are.

You shall know all that I know, but I would prefer that you should come at the truth by your own efforts — not by my leading you by the hand.

I am sixty-nine,' he said. 'Everything I know of life I know at second hand. Sometimes that is very bitter to me. And yet, because of it, I know a good deal.