Reason cannot remain a bare intellectual faculty; it must become a faculty of judgment dealing with the question of values.

Dogs have owners, cats have staff.

He lives in the halflights in secret places, free and alone, this mysterious little great being whom his mistress calls, My cat.

The spiritual is not the emotional; we may receive spiritual things emotionally, but to receive them rationally we must receive them with the mind and the will; we must act on them, we must experiment on them, we must let them permeate our consciousness.

But none of us wants to be average. That we are so is a melancholy fact borne in upon us in middle life, and we do not always relish it.

The cat is, above all things, a dramatist.

A plate is distasteful to a cat, a newspaper still worse; they like to eat sticky pieces of meat sitting on a cushioned chair or a nice Persian rug.