Cats Like Men Are Flatterers.

God Scatters Beauty As He Scatters Flowers O'er The Wide Earth, And Tells Us All Are Ours. A Hundred Lights In Every Temple Burn, And At Each Shrine I Bend My Knee In Turn.

The Flame Of Anger, Bright And Brief, Sharpens The Barb Of Love.

Prose On Certain Occasions Can Bear A Great Deal Of Poetry; On The Other Hand, Poetry Sinks And Swoons Under A Moderate Weight Of Prose.

Belief In A Future Life Is The Appetite Of Reason.

Cats Like Men Are Flatterers.