Not only do words infect, egotize, narcotize, and paralyze, but they enter into and colour the minutest cells of the brain. . . .

As I pass through my incarnations in every age and race... and the hearts of the meanest were humbled.

Never look backwards or you'll fall down the stairs.

And the first rude sketch that the world had seen was joy to his mighty heart, till the Devil whispered behind the leaves 'It's pretty, but is it Art?'

Daughter am I in my mother's house, but mistress in my own.

He will kill mice and he will be kind to babies...but when the moon gets up and the night comes, he is the Cat that Walks by Himself.

All sensible men are of the same religion, but no sensible man ever tells.