They [dogs] Never Talk About Themselves But

Seek Out Some Retired And Old-world Spot, Far From The Madding Crowd, And Dream Away A Sunny Week Among Its Drowsy Lanes - Some Half-forgotten Nook, Hidden Away By The Fairies, Out Of Reach Of The Noisy World - Some Quaint-perched Eyrie On The Cliffs Of Time, From Whence The Surging Waves Of The Nineteenth Century Would Sound Far-off And Faint.

Idling Has Always Been My Strong Point.

Among All Nations There Should Be Vast Temples Raised Where People Might Worship In Silence And Listen To It, For It Is The Voice Of God

It Is Very Strange, This Domination Of Our Intellect By Our Digestive Organs. We Cannot Work, We Cannot Think, Unless Our Stomach Wills So. It Dictates To Us Our Emotions, Our Passions.

Harris Said, However, That The River Would Suit Him To A "t." I Don't Know What A "t" Is (except A Sixpenny One, Which Includes Bread-and- Butter And Cake Ad Lib., And Is Cheap At The Price, If You Haven't Had Any Dinner). It Seems To Suit Everybody, However, Which Is Greatly To Its Credit.