Somewhere, something incredible is waiting to be known.
I do not believe that it is possible to teach a cat to obey; that is contrary to his nature.
Cats of great personality are always found in association with sensitive, cat-conscious people; it is a two-way process of immense mutual benefit.
It is often interesting, in retrospect, to consider the trifling causes that lead to great events. A chance encounter, a thoughtless remark - and the tortuous chain reaction of coincidence is set in motion, leading with devious inevitability to some resounding climax.
I simply cannot understand the passion that some people have for making themselves thoroughly uncomfortable and then boasting about it afterwards.
Suffolk has something more than the coziness of Kent and Surrey. There is a hint of wildness in its tamed beauty, and the tang of the North Sea is never far away.
I can never pass a cat in the street without greeting it and exchanging a few words, and the cat invariably replies.
The victory's in believing.
For example, this, what I said about the bishops who move pedophile priests, the best thing they can do is resign. This isn't a dogmatic thing, but this is what I think.
Farewell, farewell to thee, Araby's daughter! Thus warbled a Peri beneath the dark sea.
Artistically, I find jokes really satisfying aesthetically, because there's something great about getting an idea down to a sentence or two.