Man is troubled by what might be called the Dog Wish, a strange and involved compulsion to be as happy and carefree as a dog

But those rare souls whose spirit gets magically into the hearts of men, leave behind them something more real and warmly personal than bodily presence, an ineffable and eternal thing. It is everlasting life touching us as something more than a vague, recondite concept. The sound of a great name dies like an echo; the splendor of fame fades into nothing; but the grace of a fine spirit pervades the places through which it has passed, like the haunting loveliness of mignonette.

She wasn't much to look at but she was something to think about.

Remember laughter. You'll need it even in the blessed isles of Ever After.

We all have faults, and mine is being wicked.

It did not take Man long-probably not more than a hundred centuries-to discover that all the animals except the dog were impossible around the house. One has but to spend a few days with an aardvark or llama, command a water buffalo to sit up and beg or try to housebreak a moose, to perceive how wisely Man set about his process of elimination and selection.

It's a naive domestic Burgundy without any breeding, but I think you'll be amused by its presumption.