One Keeps Forgetting Old Age

One Keeps Forgetting Old Age Up To The Very Brink Of The Grave.

There Are No Ordinary Cats.

You Don't Think Before You Do Something Foolish. You Do Your Thinking Afterwards.

On The First Of May, With My Comrades Of The Catechism Class, I Laid Lilac, Chamomile And Rose Before The Altar Of The Virgin, And Returned Full Of Pride To Show My Blessed Posy. My Mother Laughed Her Irreverent Laugh And, Looking At My Bunch Of Flowers, Which Was Bringing The May-bug Into The Sitting-room Right Under The Lamp, She Said: Do You Suppose It Wasn't Already Blessed Before?

That Lovely Voice; How I Should Weep For Joy If I Could Hear It Now!