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What we call luck is the inner man externalized. We make things happen to us.
ROBERTSON DAVIES, What's Bred in the Bone
Perhaps God made cats so that man might have the pleasure of fondling the tiger.
ROBERTSON DAVIES, The Diary of Samuel Marchbanks
The kitten has a luxurious, Bohemian, unpuritanical nature. It eats six meals a day, plays furiously with a toy mouse and a piece of rope, and suddenly falls into a deep sleep whenever the fit takes it. It never feels the necessity to do anything to justify its existence; it does not want to be a Good Citizen; it has never heard of Service. It knows that it is beautiful and delightful, and it considers that a sufficient contribution to the general good. And in return for its beauty and charm it expects fish, meat, and vegetables, a comfortable bed, a chair by the grate fire, and endless petting.
ROBERTSON DAVIES, The Diary of Samuel Marchbanks
The eye sees only what the mind is prepared to comprehend.
ROBERTSON DAVIES, quoted in The Wordsworth Dictionary of Quotes
We live in a world where bulk is equated with quality.
ROBERTSON DAVIES, A Voice from the Attic
The quality of what is said inevitably influences the way in which it is said, however inexperienced the writer.
ROBERTSON DAVIES, A Voice from the Attic
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