The fog comes on little cat feet. It sits looking over the harbor and city on silent haunches and then moves on. — Carl Sandburg Copy Share Image
Tyranny, like fog in the well known poem, often creeps in silently 'on little cat feet.' — Ronald Reagan Copy Share Image
And I realized that sometimes the greatest triumphs in your life come in on little cat feet and sit on silent haunches… — Sally Field Copy Share Image
Happiness does not come quickly. It is not conferred by any single event, however exciting or comforting or satisfying the event may… — Joan D. Chittister Copy Share Image
