Even on Central Avenue, not the quietest dressed street in the world, he looked about as inconspicuous as a tarantula on a slice of angel food.

Everyone feels benevolent if nothing happens to be annoying him at the moment.

He was one of those people things came easily to, but he did little to demonstrate that he deserved to be gifted.

He looked about as inconspicuous as a tarantula on a slice of angel food cake.

He didn't mind how he looked to other people, because the nursery magic had made him Real, and when you are Real shabbiness doesn't matter.

"Atticus, he was real nice."

"Most people are, Scout, when you finally see them."

She treated him with the casual kindness usually reserved for other people's pets.

He liked to be kindly treated, to be praised and petted, to be well fed and caressed; and they who so treated him were his chosen friends. He had in this the instincts of a horse, not approaching the higher sympathies of a dog.

"لكنه في إيثاكا لم يكن غريبا، كان واحدا منهم ولذلك لم يخطر لأحد منهم أن يقول له "احكِ"."

Thank the universe for convergent physiology, at least he couldn’t yell out a warning.

Of the good things they do many will pass unnoticed, or will even not be considered good at all; but they need not fear that any evil or imperfect thing they do will be overlooked.

He who is enamoured of himself will at least have the advantage of being inconvenienced by few rivals.

He didn't say a word or do an action that did not have a purpose

Everything he undertook was easy to him, and by a pleasant self-deception he made the passing of a school task his augury of success in greater things.