No One Is Truly Dead Until They

High Art Alone Is Eternal And The Bust Outlives The City.

The Cat Makes Himself The Companion Of Your Hours Of Solitude, Melancholy And Toil.

The Cat Is A Dilettante In Fur.

It May Well Be That The Pictures Of Courbet, Manet, Monet And Their Like Contain Beauties Which Escape The Notice Of Such Old Romantic Heads As Ours, Already Streaked With Silver Threads.

When We Love - We Grow