Animals are ever so psychic. There are some people who just can't come in here. The cats particularly seem to know. You can fool everybody, but landy M deary-me, you can't fool a cat. They seem to know who's not right, if you know what I mean.

What does one tell a husband? One tells him nothing.

I like to see a home like this, a home connected with people's thoughts and work, things they love.

Even as fog continues to lie in the valleys, so does ancient sin cling to the low places, the depressions in the world consciousness.

Animals are ever so psychic. There are some people who just can't come in here. The cats particularly seem to know. You can fool everybody, but landy M deary-me, you can't fool a cat. They seem to know who's not right, if you know what I mean.

I suppose any note, no matter how sour, sounds like a song if you hold onto it long enough.

I quite agree with you. The sun is not kind. God should use a rose amber spot.