Diplomacy: Lying In State.

I Sometimes Think The Pussy-willows Grey Are Angel Kittens Who Have Lost Their Way, And Every Bulrush On The River Bank A Cat-tail From Some Lovely Cat Astray.

My Wife Has A Whim Of Iron.

There Is Always Room At The Top - After The Investigation.

If Some People Got Their Rights They Would Complain Of Being Deprived Of Their Wrongs.

Gather Kittens While You May, Time Brings Only Sorrow; And The Kittens Of Today; Will Be Old Cats Tomorrow.