What greater gift than the love of a cat.

I find my breath gets short, but it seldom gets longer as a man gets older. I take it as it comes, and make the most of it. That's the best way, ain't it?

... as lonesome as a kitten in a wash-house copper with the lid on.

It's over, and can't be helped, and that's one consolation, as they always say in Turkey, when they cut the wrong man's head off.

The last trumpet ever to be sounded shall blow even algebra to wreck.

I recollected one story there was in the village, how that on a certain night in the year (it might be that very night for anything I knew), all the dead people came out of the ground and sat at the heads of their own graves till morning.

He knew enough of the world to know that there is nothing in it better than the faithful service of the heart.