He's Simply Got The Instinct For Being

It Was One Thing To Go To The End Of The World; It Was Quite Another Thing To Make Oneself At Home There. Even Respectability Seemed To Lose Some Of Its Virtue When One Practiced It In A Tent.

On Horseback He Seemed To Require As Many Hands As A Hindu God, At Least Four For Clutching The Reins, And Two More For Patting The Horse Soothingly On The Neck.

Addresses Are Given To Us To Conceal Our Whereabouts.

I Hate Babies. They're So Human.

Children Are Given Us To Discourage Our Better Emotions.