sometimes duties act on the soul like weeds on a flower. They crowd it out.

Nobility of character manifests itself at loop-holes when it is not provided with large doors.

No matter how tired or wretched I am, a pussycat sitting in a doorway can divert my mind.

Every builder builds somewhat for unknown purposes, and is in a measure a prophet.

The Cat was a creature of absolute convictions, and his faith in his deductions never varied.

The dog without his master was like a body without a soul.

When a man or a woman holds fast to youth, even if successfully, there is something of the pitiful and the tragic involved. It is the everlasting struggle of the soul to retain the joy of earth, whose fleeing distinguishes it from heaven, and whose retention is not accomplished without an inner knowledge of its futility.