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Before A Cat Will Condescend To Treat You As A Trusted Friend, Some Little Token Of Esteem Is Needed, Like A Dish Of Cream.

You Are The Music While The Music Lasts.

It Is Not Necessarily Those Lands Which Are The Most Fertile Or Most Favored In Climate That Seem To Me The Happiest, But Those In Which A Long Struggle Of Adaptation Between Man And His Environment Has Brought Out The Best Qualities Of Both.

We Can Say Of Shakespeare, That Never Has A Man Turned So Little Knowledge To Such Great Account.

No Poet, No Artist Of Any Art, Has His Complete Meaning Alone.