Every Cat Knows Some Things Need To

Just Pray For A Tough Hide And A Tender Heart.

Worship And Worry Cannot Live In The Same Heart: They Are Mutually Exclusive.

I Think Losing A Loved One Must Be A Little Like Losing A Leg. First There Is The Shock, Then The Anesthetic, And The Painkillers; The Attention Of Doctors And Nurses, Flowers And Cards And Visits From Friends. But Sooner Or Later You Have To Learn To Walk Without It.

Dear God, I Prayed, All Unafraid (as We're Inclined To Do), I Do Not Need A Handsome Man But Let Him Be Like You; I Do Not Need One Big And Strong Nor Yet So Very Tall, Nor Need He Be Some Genius, Or Wealthy, Lord, At All; But Let His Head Be High, Dear God, And Let His Eye Be Clear, His Shoulders Straight, Whate'er His State, Whate'er His Earthly Sphere; And Let His Face Have Character, A Ruggedness If Soul, And Let His Whole Life Show, Dear God, A Singleness Of Goal; Then When He Comes (as He Will Come) With Quiet Eyes Aglow, I'll Understand That He's The Man I Prayed For Long Ago.

Take All Away. I Am Content To Know Such Love Is Mine-for Life Is All Too Brief To Grieve For Pleasures Bringing Only Grief; Give Me But You; It Is Enough Just So.