Nothing Looks As Self-satisfied As A Contented

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.

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.)

It Is Much More Sensible To Be An Optimist Instead Of A Pessimist, For If One Is Doomed To Disappointment, Why Experience It In Advance?

It Is Easier To Counterfeit Old Age Than Youth.

I Sometimes Wonder What It Would Be Like To Be The Respected Patriarch Of An Ordinary English Family." "very Boring, Emerson.