It is difficult to admonish Frenchmen. Their habit of mind is unfavorable to preachment.

A real dog, beloved and therefore pampered by his mistress, is a lamentable spectacle. He suffers from fatty degeneration of his moral being.

Cats, even when robust, have scant liking for the boisterous society of children, and are apt to exert their utmost ingenuity to escape it. Nor are they without adult sympathy in their prejudice.

We owe to one another all the wit and good humour we can command; and nothing so clears our mental vistas as sympathetic and intelligent conversation.

This is the sphinx of the hearthstone, the little god of domesticity, whose presence turns a house into a home.

Humor hardens the heart, at least to the point of sanity.

Innovations to which we are not committed are illuminating things.