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.

Love compels cruelty To those who do not understand love.

A wrong attitude towards nature implies, somewhere, a wrong attitude towards God, and that the consequence is an inevitable doom. For a long enough time we have believed in nothing but the values arising in a mechanized, commercialized, urbanized way of life: it would be as well for us to face the permanent conditions upon which God allows us to live upon this planet.

Gin and drugs, dear lady, gin and drugs.

All time is eternal, moving inexorably toward an end which we believe is a result of our actions, but over which our control is mere illusion.

I have heard the mermaids singing, each to each. I do not think that they will sing to me.

We see the light but see not whence it comes. O Light Invisible, we glorify Thee!