O grant me a house by the beach of a bay, Where the waves can be surly in winter, and play With the sea-weed in summer, ye bountiful powers! And I'd leave all the hurry, the noise, and the fray, For a house full of books, and a garden of flowers.
Andrew LangOf all animals, the cat alone attains to the comtemplative life. He regards the wheel of existence from without, like the Buddha.
Andrew Lang