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.
Hector Hugh MunroNo one can be an unbeliever nowadays. The Christian apologists have left one nothing to disbelieve.
Hector Hugh MunroA beautifully constructed borshch, such as you are going to experience presently, ought not only to banish conversation but almost to annihilate thought.
Hector Hugh Munro