Man Is The Only One In Whom

Life Is Very Persistent And Very Ingenious In Seizing Every Opportunity.

The Mind Leaps, And Leaps Perhaps With A Sort Of Elation, Through The Immensities Of Space, But The Spirit, Frightened And Cold, Longs To Have Once More Above Its Head The Inverted Bowl Beyond Which May Lie Whatever Paradise Its Desires May Create.

Civilizations Die From Philosophical Calm, Irony, And A Sense Of Fair Play Quite As Surely As They Die Of Debauchery.

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.

August Creates As She Slumbers, Replete And Satisfied.