Macavity, Macavity, there's no one like Macavity, there never was a cat of such deceitfulness and sauvity.

The winter evening settles down With smell of steaks in passageways. Six o'clock. The burnt-out ends of smoky days. And now a gusty shower wraps The grimy scraps Of withered leaves about your feet And newspapers from vacant lots; The showers beat On broken blinds and chimney-pots, And at the corner of the street A lonely cab-horse steams and stamps. And then the lighting of the lamps.

Most of the trouble in the world is caused by people wanting to be important.

For love would be love of the wrong thing; there is yet faith, But the faith and the love and the hope are all in the waiting.

You can evade life, but you can not evade Death.

Knowledge is invariably a matter of degree: you cannot put your finger upon even the simplest datum and say this we know.

Do I dare Disturb the universe? In a minute there is time For decisions and revisions which a minute will reverse.