We Only Do Well The Things We

I Am Going Away With Him To An Unknown Country Where I Shall Have No Past And No Name, And Where I Shall Be Born Again With A New Face And An Untried Heart.

There Are No Ordinary Cats.

January, Month Of Empty Pockets! Let Us Endure This Evil Month, Anxious As A Theatrical Producer's Forehead.

It's So Curious: One Can Resist Tears And 'behave' Very Well In The Hardest Hours Of Grief. But Then Someone Makes You A Friendly Sign Behind A Window, Or One Notices That A Flower That Was In Bud Only Yesterday Has Suddenly Blossomed, Or A Letter Slips From A Drawer... And Everything Collapses.

A Kindly Gesture Bestowed By Us On An Animal Arouses Prodigies Of Understanding And Gratitude.