We are tethered to our kind, and may as well join hands in the struggle.

The delusions of the past seem fond and foolish. The delusions of the present seem subtle and sane.

It is impossible for a lover of cats to banish these alert, gentle, and discriminating friends, who give us just enough of their regard and complaisance to make us hunger for more.

Edged tools are dangerous things to handle, and not infrequently do much hurt.

It is in his pleasure that a man really lives; it is from his leisure that he constructs the true fabric of self.

What strange impulse is it which induces otherwise truthful people to say they like music when they do not, and thus expose themselves to hours of boredom?

To have given pleasure to one human being is a recollection that sweetens life.