All cases are unique and very similar to others.

Before a Cat will condescend To treat you as a trusted friend, Some little token of esteem Is needed, like a dish of cream; And you might now and then supply Some caviare, or Strassburg Pie, Some potted grouse, or salmon paste — He's sure to have his personal taste. (I know a Cat, who makes a habit Of eating nothing else but rabbit, And when he's finished, licks his paws So's not to waste the onion sauce.) A Cat's entitled to expect These evidences of respect. And so in time you reach your aim, And finally call him by his name.

Every experience is a paradox in that it means to be absolute, and yet is relative; in that it somehow always goes beyond itself and yet never escapes itself.

Should I, after tea and cakes and ices, have the strength to force the moment to its crisis?

O dark dark dark. They all go into the dark, The vacant interstellar spaces, the vacant into the vacant

The more perfect the artist, the more completely separate in him will be the man who suffers and the mind which creates.

My name is only an anagram of toilets.