Who Has Smelled The Woodsmoke At Twilight,

A Time For Prayer "in Times Of War And Not Before, God And The Soldier We Adore. But In Times Of Peace And All Things Righted, God Is Forgotten And The Soldier Slighted." -rudyard Kipling

The Cat Will Keep His Side Of The Bargain. He Will Kill Mice, And He Will Be Kind To Babies When He Is In The House, Just So Long As They Do Not Pull His Tail Too Hard. But When He Has Done That, And Between Times, And When The Moon Gets Up And Night Comes, He Is The Cat That Walks By Himself, And All Places Are Alike To Him. Then He Goes Out To The Wet Wild Woods Or Up On The Wet Wild Trees Or On The Wet Wild Roofs, Waving His Wild Tail And Walking By His Wild Lone.

The World Is Very Lovely, And It's Very Horrible--and It Doesn't Care About Your Life Or Mine Or Anything Else.

A Tale From Which Pieces Have Been Raked Out Is Like A Fire That Has Been Poked. One Does Not Know The Operation Has Been Performed, But Everyone Feels The Effect.

For The Female Of The Species Is More Deadly Than The Male.