The man is a common murderer. A common murderer, possible, but a very uncommon cook.

The people of Crete unfortunately make more history than they can consume locally.

If he had unlimited money at his disposal, he might go into the wilds somewhere and shoot big game. I never know what the big game have done to deserve it, but they do help to deflect the destructive energies of some of our social misfits.

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.

Children are given us to discourage our better emotions.

On horseback he seemed to require as many hands as a Hindu god, at least four for clutching the reins, and two more for patting the horse soothingly on the neck.

I believe I once considerably scandalized her by declaring that clear soup was a more important factor in life than a clear conscience.