If dogs could talk, perhaps we would find it as hard to get along with them as we do with people.
Karel CapekAfter his death the gardener does not become a butterfly, intoxicated by the perfumes of the flowers, but a garden worm tasting all the dark, nitrogenous, and spicy delights of the soil.
Karel CapekOnly years of practice will teach you the mysteries and bold certainty of a real gardener, who treads at random, yet tramples on nothing.
Karel CapekThe average cooking in the average hotel for the average Englishman explains to a large extent the English bleakness and taciturnity. Nobody can beam and warble while chewing pressed beef smeared with diabolical mustard. Nobody can exult aloud while ungluing from his teeth a quivering tapioca pudding.
Karel Capek