Poverty Keeps Together More Homes Than It

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.

I Think Oysters Are More Beautiful Than Any Religion,' He Resumed Presently. 'they Not Only Forgive Our Unkindness To Them; They Justify It, They Incite Us To Go On Being Perfectly Horrid To Them. Once They Arrive At The Supper-table They Seem To Enter Thoroughly Into The Spirit Of The Thing. There's Nothing In Christianity Or Buddhism That Quite Matches The Sympathetic Unselfishness Of An Oyster.

People Talk Vaguely About The Innocence Of A Little Child, But They Take Mighty Good Care Not To Let It Out Of Their Sight For Twenty Minutes.

To Be Among People Who Are Smothered In Furs When One Hasn't Any Oneself Makes One Want To Break Most Of The Commandments.

There Was Something Alike Terrifying And Piteous In The Spectacle Of These Frail Old Morsels Of Humanity Consecrating Their Last Flickering Energies To The Task Of Making Each Other Wretched. Hatred Seemed To Be The One Faculty Which Had Survived In Undiminished Vigor Where All Else Was Dropping Into Ordered And Symmetrical Decay.