Hector Hugh Munro (Saki) Quotes
The cat of the slums and alleys, starved, outcast, harried, still keeps amid the prowlings of its adversity the bold, free, panther-tread with which it paced of yore the temple courts of Thebes, still displays the self-reliant watchfulness which man has never taught it to lay aside.
Hector Hugh Munro
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I loved 'Harry Potter' growing up. I'm dyslexic and a slow reader, but I could get through the thick ones in days!
Douglas Booth
I can smell bacon sizzling or chicken roasting and appreciate the aroma, but I don't want to eat it.
Ella Woodward
We're trying to do something so that when the average person uses Pinterest, it has to make the service better.
Ben Silbermann
Where I would fault President Bush the most was that, in the wake of 9/11, he motivated our military, but he didn't call the nation into a state of war. And he didn't explain that this would take though a communal effort against common foe.
Frank Miller
For the greater beauty of the instrument, the balls representing the planets are to be of considerable bigness; but so contrived, that they may be taken off at pleasure, and others, much smaller, and fitter for some purposes, put in their places.
David Rittenhouse
There is a power of God for salvation. And it is the gospel of Jesus Christ.
Paul Washer
Life is mortal. There are all these rewards and consequences. Sometimes you embrace them, and sometimes they knock you over.
Kurt Vile
Personally, I would not give a fig for any man's religion whose horse, cat and dog do not feel its benefits. Life in any form is our perpetual responsibility.
S. Parkes
The surprise of animals... in and out, cats and dogs and a milk goat and chickens and guinea hens, all taken for granted, as if man was intended to live on terms of friendly intercourse with the rest of creation instead of huddling in isolation on the fourteenth floor of an apartment house in a city where animals occurred behind bars in the zoo.
Elizabeth Janeway
At last they were on top of the tree, which swayed a little in the wind. Tommington was not following them. Patricia looked around twice in all directions before she saw a round fur shape scampering on the ground nearby. “Stupid cat!” she shouted. “Stupid cat! You can’t get us!”
Charlie Jane Anders
The cat of the slums and alleys, starved, outcast, harried, still keeps amid the prowlings of its adversity the bold, free, panther-tread with which it paced of yore the temple courts of Thebes, still displays the self-reliant watchfulness which man has never taught it to lay aside.
Hector Hugh Munro
