It Is Much More Sensible To Be

In The Silence I Heard Bastet, Who Had Retreated Under The Bed, Carrying On A Mumbling, Profane Monologue. (if You Ask How I Knew It Was Profane, I Presume You Have Never Owned A Cat.)

There Is Nothing Sadder Than The Cheerful Letters Of The Dead, Expressing Hopes That Were Never Fulfilled, Ambitions That Were Never Achieved, Dreams Cut Off Before They Could Come To Fruition.

I Have Learned That Particularly Clever Ideas Do Not Always Stand Up Under Close Scrutiny.

Cats Always Pick The Laps Of The People Who Don't Like Them.

The Combination Of Physical Strength And Moral Sincerity Combined With Tenderness Of Heart Is Exactly What Is Wanted In A Husband.--ameila Peabody