Stew's so comforting on a rainy day.

So many of the loveliest things in England are melancholy.

Like many other much-loved humans, they believed that they owned their dogs, instead of realizing that their dogs owned them.

Time takes the ugliness and horror out of death and turns it into beauty.

Though he had very little Latin beyond "Cave canem," he had, as a young dog, devoured Shakespeare (in a tasty leather binding).

The one Bach piece I learnt made me feel I was being repeatedly hit on the head with a teaspoon.

How I wish I lived in a Jane Austen novel!