O Heart! Love Is Thy Bane And

Weeds Are Omnipresent; Errors Are To Be Found In The Heart Of The Most Lovable.

It Is Sad, No Doubt, To Exhaust One's Strength And One's Days In Cleaving The Bosom Of This Jealous Earth, Which Compels Us To Wring From It The Treasures Of Its Fertility, When A Bit Of The Blackest And Coarsest Bread Is, At The End Of The Day's Work, The Sole Recompense And The Sole Profit Attaching To So Arduous A Toil.

A Cigar Numbs Sorrow And Fills The Solitary Hours With A Million Gracious Images.

The Beauty That Addresses Itself To The Eyes Is Only The Spell Of The Moment; The Eye Of The Body Is Not Always That Of The Soul.

Some Say That Cats Are Devils, But They Behave Badly Only When They Are Alone. When They Are Among Us Cats Are Angels.