Dogs, the foremost snobs in creation, are quick to notice the difference between a well-clad and a disreputable stranger

Any man with money to make the purchase may become a dog's owner. But no man --spend he ever so much coin and food and tact in the effort-- may become a dog's Master without consent of the dog. Do you get the difference? And he whom a dog once unreservedly accepts as Master is forever that dog's God.

Soon or late, every dog's master's memory becomes a graveyard; peopled by wistful little furry ghosts that creep back unbidden, at times, to a semblance of their olden lives.

To think out in every implication the ethic of love for all creation... this is the difficult task which confronts our age.

The blues is not the creation of a crushed-spirited people. It is the product of a forward-looking, upward-striving people.

Creativity is intelligence having fun