His socks compelled one's attention without losing one's respect.

The cat of the slums and alleys, starved, outcast, harried, still keeps amid the prowlings of its adversity the bold, free, panther-tread with which it paced of yore the temple courts of Thebes, still displays the self-reliant watchfulness which man has never taught it to lay aside.

He's simply got the instinct for being unhappy highly developed.

We all know that Prime Ministers are wedded to the truth, but like other wedded couples they sometimes live apart.

I love Americans, but not when they try to talk French. What a blessing it is that they never try to talk English.

A woman who takes her husband about with her everywhere is like a cat that goes on playing with a mouse long after she's killed it.

The fashion just now is a Roman Catholic frame of mind with an Agnostic conscience: you get the mediaeval picturesqueness of the one with the modern conveniences of the other.