Of all the liars in the world, sometimes the worst are our own fears.

I am the Cat who walks by himself, and all places are alike to me.

In the jungle, life and food depend on keeping your temper.

They copied all they could copy, But they couldn't copy my mind; And I left them sweatin' and stealin', A year and a half behind.

These are the four that are never content: that have never been filled since the dew began- Jacala's mouth, and the glut of the kite, and the hands of the ape, and the eyes of Man.

And some can pot begonias and some can bud a rose, And some are hardly fit to trust with anything that grows.

'E's all'ot sand an' ginger when alive, An''e's generally shammin' when'e's dead.