People talk vaguely about the innocence of a little child, but they take mighty good care not to let it out of their sight for twenty minutes.

In baiting a mousetrap with cheese, always leave room for the mouse.

Women and elephants never forget an injury.

There was something alike terrifying and piteous in the spectacle of these frail old morsels of humanity consecrating their last flickering energies to the task of making each other wretched. Hatred seemed to be the one faculty which had survived in undiminished vigor where all else was dropping into ordered and symmetrical decay.

It was one thing to go to the end of the world; it was quite another thing to make oneself at home there. Even respectability seemed to lose some of its virtue when one practiced it in a tent.

There is no easy in the world neither hard everything is the same in a way.

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