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Happiness is a thing of now.
Christmas is a kindling of new fires.
April is a promise of what's to come.
Dog lovers are a good breed themselves.
Nothing makes a house cozier than cats.
Cat lovers know that every cat is remarkable.
I suppose I am a sparrow, a stay-at-home bird.
As long as you have a window, life is exciting.
There is a kind of immortality in every garden.
Life is a process of discovery, of new perceptions.
A house with no fireplace is a house without a heart.
Father was the most unreconciled taxpayer I ever knew.
Being a good neighbor is an art which makes life richer.
June in New England is like a lover's dream made tangible.
My own recipe for world peace is a bit of land for everyone.
Pride may go before a fall, but jealousy goes before destruction.
Faith is a curious thing. It must be renewed; it has its own spring.
I love both the way a dog looks up to me and a cat condescends to me.
the tentacles of today reach out like an octopus to swallow yesterday.
Christmas is a bridge. We need bridges as the river of time flows past.
The real evidence of growing older is that things level off in importance.
I know of nothing to compare with the welcome a dog gives you when you come home.
We need time to dream, time to remember, and time to reach the infinite. Time to be.
nothing decorates a home like books. There they are, waiting to decorate the mind, too!
Old houses, I thought, do not belong to people ever, not really, people belong to them.
When Father smiled, it was like the sun coming out, and spring and summer in your heart.
Americans tend to believe they can do anything with or without any training or experience.
Long cold nights mark November's return, grey rains fall, wind walks in the bronze oak leaves.
Whoever decided that comic valentines were a good idea should have been sent away to think it over.
Perhaps what makes friendship and love exciting is the continuing discovery of another personality.
Some of the days in November carry the whole memory of summer as a fire opal carries the color of moonrise.
If I had Aladdin's lamp and the usual three wishes, the first would always be, 'Give me the first day of June.
The begonia is an amazing plant... it just keeps going along and blooming, and when cut back, it starts up again.
What would happen if all the populations on the planet simply refused to fight human beings they did not even know?
A good recipe for a human reducing breakfast is a lot of good things to eat, and three spaniels and two cats to eat with.
A cat is, by and large, sophisticated and complex, and capable of creating three-act plays around any single piece of action.
Most cats feel that bird-catching is their duty; the instinct goes back to prehistoric times. Amber keeps in practice by chasing moths.
The creative instincts, the love force must be nourished with every beat of our hearts until they overbalance the destructive instincts.
History records the large events or the general condition of society, but only an individual can put down the way of life in a small town.
My general attitude toward life when I first get up is of deep suspicion, verging on hatred. ... I am simply basted together until after breakfast.
Almost all words do have colour and nothing is more pleasant than to utter a pink word and see someone's eyes light up and know it is a pink word for him or her too.
Almost all words do have color, and nothing is more pleasant than to utter a pink word and see someone's eyes light up and know it is a pink word for him or her, too.
Christmas is a bridge. We need bridges as the river of time flows past. Today's Christmas should mean creating happy hours for tomorrow and reliving those of yesterday.
After all, catching something is purely a by-product of our fishing. It is the act of fishing that wipes away all grief, lightens all worry, dissolves fear and anxiety.
Traveling is all very well if you can get home at night. I would be willing to go around the world if I came back in time to light the candles and set the table for supper.
the real evidence of growing older is that things level off in importance ... Days are no longer jagged peaks to climb; time is a meadow, and we move over it with level steps.
The curious thing about fishing is you never want to go home. If you catch something, you can't stop. If you don't catch anything, you hate to leave in case something might bite.
November wind has a sound different from any other. It is easy to imagine the cave of the winds in some mythical Northland where the winds are born and the gods send them out to conquer the quiet air.
I cannot imagine a cat in an Obedience ring, running around in the hot sun and doing things on command. For it would not make sense. Whereas a dog is tolerant of your not making sense and only wants to fix things so you are happy.
Business was bound to come; light industries were already shopping for land. The quiet country farms were already going, and developments would take over... Eventually, of course, we will have to have some sort of plan to guide future development.