Call a truce, then, to our labors - let us feast with friends and neighbors, and be merry as the custom of our caste; for if ''faint and forced the laughter,'' and if sadness follow after, we are richer by one mocking Christmas past.

Many wear the robes, but few walk the Way." The Lama in Kim

There is no harm in a man's cub.

Funny how the new things are the old things.

...he will be our friend for always and always and always.

Literature is a splendid mistress, but a bad wife.

I always prefer to believe the best of everybody, it saves so much trouble.