Confront a child, a puppy, and a kitten with a sudden danger; the child will turn instinctively for assistance, the puppy will grovel in abject submission, the kitten will brace its tiny body for a frantic resistance.

A little inaccuracy sometimes saves a ton of explanation.

Find yourself a cup; the teapot is behind you. Now tell me about hundreds of things.

The censorious said she slept in a hammock and understood Yeats's poems, but her family denied both stories.

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.

No one can be an unbeliever nowadays. The Christian apologists have left one nothing to disbelieve.

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