I Will Omit But I Will Not

I Detest Professional Anythings But Particularly Professional Writers. Most Of Them Today Are Just Garbage Collectors.

There Were Three Terrible Ages Of Childhood - Zero To 10, 10 To 20, And 20 To 30.

Unlike Some People Who Have Experienced The Loss Of An Animal, I Did Not Believe, Even For A Moment, That I Would Never Get Another. I Did Know Full Well That There Were Just Too Many Animals Out There In Need Of Homes For Me To Take What I Have Always Regarded As The Self-indulgent Road Of Saying The Heartbreak Of The Loss Of An Animal Was Too Much Ever To Want To Go Through With It Again. To Me, Such An Admission Brought Up The Far More Powerful Admission That All The Wonderful Times You Had With Your Animal Were Not Worth The Unhappiness At The End.

It Used To Be Said That, Socially Speaking, Philadelphia Asked Who A Person Is, New York How Much Is He Worth, And Boston What Does He Know. Nationally It Has Now Become Generally Recognized That Boston Society Has Long Cared Even More Than Philadelphia About The First Point And Has Refined The Asking Of Who A Person Is To The Point Of Demanding To Know Who He Was. Philadelphia Asks About A Man's Parents; Boston Wants To Know About His Grandparents.

You Cannot Expect Everything Even From The Friendliest Cat. It Is Still A Cat.