No Use In Taking A Cat's Opinion

It Was In The Spring That Josephine And I Had First Loved Each Other, Or, At Least, Had First Come Into The Full Knowledge That We Loved. I Think That We Must Have Loved Each Other All Our Lives, And That Each Succeeding Spring Was A Word In The Revelation Of That Love, Not To Be Understood Until, In The Fullness Of Time, The Whole Sentence Was Written Out In That Most Beautiful Of All Beautiful Springs.

Most People Worry So Much, They Think You're Not Right If You Don't Worry.

I Don't Like Green Christmases. They're Not Green—they're Just Nasty Faded Browns And Grays.

A Few Italics Really Do Relieve Your Feelings.

Nothing Is Ever Really Lost To Us As Long As We Remember It.