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

And the vagueness of his alarm added to its terrors; when once you have taken the Impossible into your calculations its possibilities become practically limitless.

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.

Mother, may I go and maffick, Tear around and hinder traffic?

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

You needn't tell me that a man who doesn't love oysters and asparagus and good wines has got a soul, or a stomach either. He's simply got the instinct for being unhappy highly developed.

Children are given us to discourage our better emotions.