This Garden Has A Soul, I Know

Colors Are The Smiles Of Nature.

Cats At Firesides Live Luxuriously And Are The Picture Of Comfort.

God Made Both Tears And Laughter, And Both For Kind Purposes; For As Laughter Enables Mirth And Surprise To Breathe Freely, So Tears Enable Sorrow To Vent Itself Patiently. Tears Hinder Sorrow From Becoming Despair And Madness.

We Really Cannot See What Equanimity There Is In Jerking A Lacerated Carp Out Of The Water By The Jaws, Merely Because It Has No The Power Of Making A Noise; For We Presume That The Most Philosophic Of Anglers Would Hardly Delight In Catching A Shrieking Fish.

Wit Is The Clash And Reconcilement Of Incongruities; The Meeting Of Extremes Round A Corner.