The beginnings and endings of all human undertakings are untidy.

Once admit that we have the right to inflict unnecessary suffering and you destroy the very basis of human society.

From behind a wooden crate we saw a long black-muzzled nose poking round at us. We took him out-soft, wobbly, tearful; set him down on his four, as yet not quite simultaneous legs, and regarded him. He wandered a little round our legs, neither wagging his tail nor licking at our hands; then he looked up, and my companion said: "He's an angel!"

It is by muteness that a dog becomes for one so utterly beyond value; with him one is at peace, where words play no torturing tricks.Those are the moments that I think are precious to a dog-when, with his adoring soul coming through his eyes, he feels that you are really thinking of him.

One's eyes are what one is, one's mouth is what one becomes.

I am still under the impression that there is nothing alive quite so beautiful as a thoroughbred horse.

The talked-about is always the last to hear the talk . . .