
I distrust those people who know so well what God wants them to do because I notice it always coincides with their own desires.












I do not like the way you slide,
I do not like your soft inside,
I do not like you lots of ways,
And I could do for many days
Without eggs.










With tail erect and pompous march,
The proudest puss that ever trod,
Through many a grove, 'neath many an arch,
Impenetrable as a god.

 Creativity is allowing yourself to make mistakes.  Art is knowing which ones to keep.
Creativity is allowing yourself to make mistakes.  Art is knowing which ones to keep.






Thinks when we stroke him he's doing us a favour
Maybe he's right, at that.




This is the Cat, that killed the rat,
That ate the malt,
That lay in the house that Jack built.
~ Mother Goose rhyme ~



