Find yourself a cup; the teapot is behind you. Now tell me about hundreds of things.
Hector Hugh MunroI love Americans, but not when they try to talk French. What a blessing it is that they never try to talk English.
Hector Hugh MunroChildren with Hyacinth's temperament don't know better as they grow older; they merely know more.
Hector Hugh MunroThere 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.
Hector Hugh Munro