The dog has seldom been successful in pulling man up to its level of sagacity, but man has frequently dragged the dog down to his.
Progress was all right. Only it went on too long.
There are two kinds of light - the glow that illuminates, and the glare that obscures.
A word to the wise is not sufficient if it doesn't make sense.
A pinch of probability is worth a pound of perhaps.
If I have any beliefs about immortality, it is that certain dogs I have known will go to heaven, and very, very few persons.