Four varieties in society: lovers, the ambitious, observers, and fools. The fools are the happiest.

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

The production of a work of art is determined by the material and intellectual climate in which a man lives and dies.

History is nothing but a problem of mechanics applied to psychology.

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

His tongue is by turns a sponge, a brush, a comb. He cleans himself, he smooths himself, he knows what is proper.

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