He That Would Soothe Sorrow

The Half Hour Between Waking And Rising Has All My Life Proved Propitious To Any Task Which Was Exercising My Invention... It Was Always When I First Opened My Eyes That The Desired Ideas Thronged Upon Me.

Whose Lenient Sorrows Find Relief, Whose Joys Are Chastened By Their Grief.

We Are Like The Herb Which Flourisheth Most When It Is Most Trampled On.

Then Hush Thee, My Darling, Take Rest While You May, For Strife Comes With Manhood, And Waking With Day.

Cats Are A Very Mysterious Kind Of Folk. There Is Always More Passing In Their Minds Than We Are Aware Of.