The cat is domestic only as far as suits its own ends.

People may say what they like about the decay of Christianity the religious system that produced green Chartreuse can never really die.

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.

Sherard Blaw, the dramatist who had discovered himself, and who had given so ungrudgingly of his discovery to the world.

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.

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

I hate posterity - it's so fond of having the last word.