When The Milk Of Human Kindness Turns

Cats, Even When Robust, Have Scant Liking For The Boisterous Society Of Children, And Are Apt To Exert Their Utmost Ingenuity To Escape It. Nor Are They Without Adult Sympathy In Their Prejudice.

Anyone, However, Who Has Had Dealings With Dates Knows That They Are Worse Than Elusive, They Are Perverse. Events Do Not Happen At The Right Time, Nor In Their Proper Sequence. That Sense Of Harmony With Place And Season Which Is So Strong In The Historian--if He Be A Readable Historian--is Lamentably Lacking In History, Which Takes No Pains To Verify His Most Convincing Statements.

Every Misused Word Revenges Itself Forever Upon A Writer's Reputation.

Where There Is No Temptation, There Is No Virtue.

Neatness Of Phrase Is So Closely Akin To Wit That It Is Often Accepted As Its Substitute.