A Cat Is Only Technically An Animal,

The Mirror That Strindberg Held Up To Nature Was A Cracked One. It Was Cracked In A Double Sense -- It Was Crazy. It Gave Back Broken Images Of A World Which It Made Look Like The Chaos Of A Lunatic Dream.

The Happiness Even Of The Naturalist Depends In Some Measure Upon His Ignorance, Which Still Leaves Him New Worlds Of This Kind To Conquer. He May Have Reached The Very Z Of Knowledge In The Books, But He Still Feels Half Ignorant Until He Has Confirmed Each Bright Particular With His Eyes.

There Is Nothing In Which The Birds Differ More From Man Than The Way In Which They Can Build And Yet Leave A Landscape As It Was Before.

The Last Spectacle Of Which Christian Men Are Likely To Grow Tired Is A Harbour. Centuries Hence There May Be Jumping-off Places For The Stars, And Our Children's Children's And So Forth Children May Regard A Ship As A Creeping Thing Scarcely More Adventurous Than A Worm. Meanwhile, Every Harbour Gives Us A Sense Of Being In Touch, If Not With The Ends Of The Universe, With The Ends Of The Earth.

No Man Is Uninteresting When His Hat Is Blown Off And He Has To Scuttle After It Down The Street.