Cats are a very mysterious kind of folk. There is always more passing in their minds than we are aware of.
But woe awaits a country when She sees the tears of bearded men.
Literature is a great staff, but a very sorry crutch.
Many a law, many a commandment have I broken, but my word never.
The man who is deserving the name is the one whose thoughts and exertions are for others rather than for himself.
One crowded hour of glorious life is worth an age without a name