whereas the dog strives to lessen the distance between himself and man, seeks ever to be intelligent and intelligible, and translates into looks and actions the words he cannot speak, the cat dwells within the circle of her own secret thoughts.

The least practical of us have some petty thrift dear to our hearts, some one direction in which we love to scrimp.

Our dogs will love and admire the meanest of us, and feed our colossal vanity with their uncritical homage.

If history in the making be a fluid thing, it swiftly crystallizes.

A dead grief is easier to bear than a live trouble.

The diseases of the present have little in common with the diseases of the past save that we die of them.

People who pin their faith to a catchword never feel the necessity of understanding anything.