In a cat's eye, all things belong to cats.

Nature takes no account of even the most reasonable of human excuses.

Being the inventor of sex would seem to be a sufficient distinction for a creature just barely large enough to be seen by the naked eye.

The advertiser is the overrewarded court jester and court pander at the democratic court.

There are some optimists who search eagerly for the skunk cabbage which in February sometimes pushes itself up through the ice, and who call it a sign of spring. I wish that I could feel that way about it, but I do not. The truth of the matter, to me, is simply that skunk cabbage blooms in the winter time.

If we do not permit the earth to produce beauty and joy, it will in the end not produce food, either.

Happiness is itself a kind of gratitude.