Man, If He Would Live, Must Worship.

Fox-terriers Are Born With About Four Times As Much Original Sin In Them As Other Dogs.

So, Eventually, He Made One Final Arrangement With Himself, Which He Has Religiously Held To Ever Since, And That Was To Count Each Fish That He Caught As Ten, And To Assume Ten To Begin With. For Example, If He Did Not Catch Any Fish At All, Then He Said He Had Caught Ten Fish - You Could Never Catch Less Than Ten Fish By His System; That Was The Foundation Of It. Then, If By Any Chance He Really Did Catch One Fish, He Called It Twenty, While Two Fish Would Count Thirty, Three Forty, And So On.

It's Really Extraordinary What A Variety Of Ways Of Loving There Must Be. We All Do It As It Was Never Done Before.

I Can't Sit Still And See Another Man Slaving And Working. I Want To Get Up And Superintend, And Walk Round With My Hands In My Pockets, And Tell Him What To Do. It Is My Energetic Nature. I Can't Help It.

I Like Cats.... When I Meet A Cat, I Say, "poor Pussy!" And Stoop Down And Tickle The Side Of Its Head; And The Cat Sticks Up Its Tail In A Rigid, Cast-iron Manner, Arches Its Back, And Wipes Its Nose Up Against My Trousers; And All Is Gentleness And Peace.