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

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.

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.

The censorious said she slept in a hammock and understood Yeats's poems, but her family denied both stories.

I hate babies. They're so human.

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