What kind of life a dog . . . acquires. I have sometimes tried to imagine by kneeling or lying full length on the ground and looking up. The world then becomes strangely incomplete; one sees little but legs.

Every cat is really the most beautiful woman in the room.

To set but a low value upon toast is to expose one's deficiencies in right appreciation.

Readers of novels are a strange folk, upon whose probable or even possible tastes no wise book-maker would ever venture to bet.

Suspicion of happiness is in our blood.

I am a believer in punctuality though it makes me very lonely

Few women and fewer men have enough character to be idle.