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There Are More Ways Of Killing A Cat Than Choking It With Cream.

I Do Not See Why We Should Not Be As Just To An Ant As To A Human Being.

Madame Nature Allows No Dangerous Classes, In The Modern Sense. She Has, Doubtless For Some Wise Reason, No Mercy For The Weak. She Rewards Each Organism According To Its Works; And If Anything Grows Too Weak Or Stupid To Take Care Of Itself, She Gives It Its Due Deserts By Letting It Die And Disappear.

A Blessed Thing It Is To Have A Friend; One Human Soul Whom We Can Trust Utterly; Who Knows The Best And Worst Of Us, And Who Loves Us In Spite Of All Our Faults; Who Will Speak The Honest Truth To Us, While The World Flatters Us To Our Face, And Laughs At Us Behind Our Back; Who Will Give Us Counsel And Reproof In A Day Of Prosperity And Self-conceit; But Who, Again, Will Comfort And Encourage Us In Days Of Difficulty And Sorrow, When The World Leaves Us Alone To Fight Our Own Battle As We Can.

Every Winter, When The Great Sun Has Turned His Face Away, The Earth Goes Down Into A Vale Of Grief, And Fasts, And Weeps, And Shrouds Herself In Sables, Leaving Her Wedding-garlands To Decay- Then Leaps In Spring To His Returning Kisses.