To find his own salvation, a man must first find the fool locked inside himself and set it free.
Leonore Fleischerwho hasn't slept in an empty bed sometimes, longing for the embrace of another person on the achingly short trip to the grave?
Leonore FleischerA cat is a purring parcel of paradox, a cunning collection of contradictions. A cat is lazy and busy, dainty and savage, affectionate and aloof, greedy and finicky, sound asleep in one instant, and awake and stalking in the next. A cat is a limp puddle of softness, surrounding a steel-hard and ever-alert set of muscles. ... A cat has the face of a pansy flower, and is just as velvety. A cat holds infinity in her eyes, and your heart in her front paws.
Leonore Fleischer