It is one of the consolations of middle aged reformers that the good that they inculcate must live after them if it is to live at all.

It was one thing to go to the end of the world; it was quite another thing to make oneself at home there. Even respectability seemed to lose some of its virtue when one practiced it in a tent.

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

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

Poverty keeps together more homes than it breaks up.

I love Americans, but not when they try to talk French. What a blessing it is that they never try to talk English.

Never be a pioneer. It's the early Christian that gets the fattest lion.