Happiness Is Itself A Kind Of Gratitude.

The Most Serious Charge Which Can Be Brought Against New England Is Not Puritanism, But February.... Spring Is Too Far Away To Comfort Even By Anticipation, And Winter Long Ago Lost The Charm Of Novelty. This Is The Very Three A.m. Of The Calendar.

Cats Are Rather Delicate Creatures And They Are Subject To A Good Many Different Ailments, But I Have Never Heard Of One Who Suffered From Insomnia.

And The Thing Which Is Missing Is Love, Some Feeling For, As Well As Some Understanding Of, The Inclusive Community Of Rocks And Soils, Plants And Animals, Of Which We Are A Part.

When A Man Wantonly Destroys One Of The Works Of Man We Call Him A Vandal. When He Destroys One Of The Works Of God We Call Him A Sportsman.

Any Euphemism Ceases To Be Euphemistic After A Time And The True Meaning Begins To Show Through. It's A Losing Game, But We Keep On Trying.