My heart is lost; the beasts have eaten it.

When it meows, one scarcely hears it... It has not the need of words to speak the lengthiest phraseologies.

The more a man cultivates the arts the less he fornicates. A more and more apparent cleavage occurs between the spirit and the brute.

What is exhilarating in bad taste is the aristocratic pleasure of giving offense.

There exist certain individuals who are, by nature, given purely to contemplation and are utterly unsuited to action, and who, nevertheless, under a mysterious and unknown impulse, sometimes act with a speed which they themselves would have thought beyond them.

Dancing is poetry with arms and legs.

Cats, so strong and gentle, the pride of the household.