All The Year Round There Is Spring,

Among Human Beings, A Cat Is Merely A Cat; Among Cats, A Cat Is A Prowling Shadow In A Jungle.

You Still Stand Watch, O Human Star, Burning Without A Flicker, Perfect Flame, Bright And Resourceful Spirit. Each Of Your Rays A Great Idea - O Torch Which Passes From Hand To Hand, From Age To Age, World Without End.

It Was A Great Thing To Be A Human Being. It Was Something Tremendous. Suddenly I'm Conscious Of A Million Sensations Buzzing In Me Like Bees In A Hive. Gentlemen, It Was A Great Thing.

Quite Obviously A Cat Trusts Human Beings; But She Doesn't Trust Another Cat Because She Knows Better Than We Do.

I Find That A Real Gardener Is Not A Man Who Cultivates Flowers; He Is A Man Who Cultivates The Soil. He Is A Creature Who Digs Himself Into The Earth And Leaves The Sight Of What Is On It To Us Gaping Good-for-nothings. He Lives Buried In The Ground. He Builds His Monument In A Heap Of Compost. If He Came Into The Garden Of Eden, He Would Sniff Excitedly And Say: "good Lord, What Humus!"