Happiness is itself a kind of gratitude.

There is no such thing as a dangerous woman; there are only susceptible men.

Cats are rather delicate creatures and they are subject to a good many different ailments, but I have never heard of one who suffered from insomnia.

A tragic writer does not have to believe in God, but he must believe in man.

When, in the present world, men behave well, that is no doubt sometimes because they are creatures of habit as well as, sometimes, because they are reasonable.

Cats seem to go on the principle that it never does any harm to ask for what you want.

It is not a sentimental, but a grimly literal fact that unless we share this terrestrial globe with creatures other than ourselves, we shall not be able to live on it for long.