A street in Constantinople is a picture which one ought to see once-not oftener.

That cat will write her autograph all over your leg if you let her.

There is probably no pleasure equal to the pleasure of climbing a dangerous Alp; but it is a pleasure which is confined strictly to people who can find pleasure in it.

I take my only exercise acting as a pallbearer at the funerals of my friends who exercise regularly.

Truth is more of a stranger than fiction.

Greece is a bleak, unsmiling desert, without agriculture, manufactures or commerce, apparently. What supports its poverty-stricken people or its Government, is a mystery.

I am not one of those who in expressing opinions confine themselves to facts.