Well, I for one am unable to imagine how anybody who lives with an intelligent and devoted dog can every be lonely.

... without it (love), without, anyhow, the capacity for it, people didn't seem to be much good. Dry as old bones, cold as stones, they seemed to become, when love was done; inhuman, indifferent, self-absorbed, numb.

Who can begin conventional amiability the first thing in the morning?

if you have once thoroughly bored somebody it is next to impossible to unbore him.

I would recommend to those persons who are inclined to stagnate, whose blood is beginning to thicken sluggishly in their veins, to try keeping four dogs, two of which are puppies.

The longer I live the greater is my respect for manure in all its forms.

I want to be as idle as I can, so that my soul may have time to grow.