When, In The Present World, Men Behave

Anxiety And Distress, Interrupted Occasionally By Pleasure, Is The Normal Course Of Man's Existence.

Cats Seem To Go On The Principle That It Never Does Any Harm To Ask For What You Want.

The Cockroach And The Bird Were Both Here Long Before We Were. Both Could.

The Flowers Never Waste Their Sweetness On The Desert Air Or, For That Matter, On The Jungle Air. In Fact, They Waste It Only When Nobody Except A Human Being Is There To Smell It. It Is For The Bugs And A Few Birds, Not For Men, That They Dye Their Petals Or Waft Their Scents.

February... Now More Than Ever One Must Remind Oneself That It Is Wasteful Folly To Wish That Time Would Pass, Or - As The Puritanical Old Saying Used To Have It - To Kill Time Until It Kills You.