For thirty centuries, from her sacred seat the cat looked down, and crouching at her feet, beheld the race of conquering Pharaohs kneel.

Amid this vast and overwhelming space and in these boundless solar archipelagoes, how small is our own sphere, and the earth, what a grain of sand!

In the stormy current of life characters are weights or floats which at one time make us glide along the bottom, and at another maintain us on the surface.

Kindly politeness is the slow fruit of advanced reflection; it is a sort of humanity and kindliness applied to small acts and every day discourse: it bids man soften towards others, and forget himself for the sake of others: it constrains genuine nature, which is selfish and gross.

A fixed idea is like the iron rod which sculptors put in their statues. It impales and sustains.

There are as many kinds of modesty as there are races. To the English woman it is a duty; to the French woman a propriety.

I've met many thinkers and many cats, but the wisdom of cats is infinitely superior.