Cast your cares on God; that anchor holds.
Animals generally return the love you lavish on them by a swift bite in passing-not unlike friends and wives.
I can't be expected to produce deathless prose in an atmosphere of gloom and eucalyptus.
Right in the Hart of the Africn Jungel a small wite man lives. Now there is one xtrordenry fackt about him that he is the frind of all animals.
Tea would arrive, the cakes squatting on cushions of cream, toast in a melting shawl of butter, cups agleam and a faint wisp of steam rising from the teapot shawl.
'All we need is a book,' roared Leslie; 'don't panic, hit 'em with a book.
I do wish you wouldn't argue with me when I'm knitting.
I was one of those people who was always rather frightened of women politicians.
My liveliest interest is not so much in things, as in relations of things. I have spent much time thinking about the alleged pseudo-relations that are called coincidences. What if some of them should not be coincidences?
The rich survive and everyone else gets ready to work 2 12 to 3 12 jobs and what do you get? Blade Runner. Welcome to your science fiction. Your 21st century. I think that's where it goes. The rich get richer and everyone else. . . the middle class kind of starts dropping lower and lower.
To find the true cause of how you think and feel, find the 'sponsoring thought' that created the interpretation that created your experience of life.