I am the Cat who walks by himself, and all places are alike to me.

But remember please, the Law by which we live, we are not built to comprehend a lie, we can neither love nor pity nor forgive. If you make a slip in handling us you die.

If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster And treat those two impostors just the same.

Gardens are not made by singing 'Oh, how beautiful,' and sitting in the shade.

Asia is not going to be civilized after the methods of the West. There is too much Asia and she is too old.

No one as yet has approached the management of New York in a proper spirit; that is to say, regarding it as the shiftless outcome of squalid barbarism and reckless extravagance. No one is likely to do so, because reflections on the long narrow pig-trough are construed as malevolent attacks against the spirit and majesty of the American people, and lead to angry comparisons.

Youth had been a habit of hers for so long that she could not part with it.