The old dog barks backward without getting up I can remember when he was a pup.

Men work together, whether they work together or apart.

The chance is the remotest, Of its going much longer unnoticed, That I'm not keeping pace With the headlong human race

He says the best way out is always through. / And I can agree to that, or in so far / As that I can see no way out but through

The style is the man. Rather say the style is the way the man takes himself; and to be at all charming or even bearable, the way is almost rigidly prescribed. If it is with outer seriousness, it must be with inner humor. If it is with outer humor, it must be with inner seriousness. No other way will do.

The sidelong glance is what you depend on.

There never was any heart truly great and generous, that was not also tender and compassionate.