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

What is it about the English countryside — why is the beauty so much more than visual? Why does it touch one so?

And who says you always have to understand things? You can like them without understanding them -- like 'em better sometimes.

Perhaps watching someone you love suffer can teach you even more than suffering yourself can.

Noble deeds and hot baths are the best cures for depression.

Why is summer mist romantic and autumn mist just sad?

And at last father flung the rug off as if it were hampering him and strode over to the table saying, 'cocoa, cocoa!'-- it might have been the most magnificent drink in the world; which, personally, I think it is.