Nothing In The Whole World Is So

The Hour Of Justice Does Not Strike On The Dials Of This World.

Every Year, In November, At The Season That Follows The Hour Of The Dead, The Crowning And Majestic Hours Of Autumn, I Go To Visit The Chrysanthemums ... They Are Indeed, The Most Universal, The Most Diverse Of Flowers.

There Comes No Adventure But Wears To Our Soul The Shape Of Our Everyday Thoughts.

The Dog Who Meets With A Good Master Is The Happier Of The Two.

The Souls Of All Our Brethren Are Ever Hovering About Us, Craving For A Caress, And Only Waiting For The Signal.