Sleep Sweetly In The Fields Of Asphodel,

Wit Is A Thing Capable Of Proof.

For Indeed All That We Think So New To-day Has Been Acted Over And Over Again, A Shifting Comedy, By The Women Of Every Century.

The Cat Dwells Within The Circle Of Her Own Secret Thoughts.

There Was No Escape From The Letter-writer Who, A Hundred Or A Hundred And Twenty-five Years Ago, Captured A Coveted Correspondent. It Would Have Been As Easy To Shake Off An Octopus Or A Boa-constrictor.

A Puppy Is But A Dog, Plus High Spirits, And Minus Common Sense.