A cat is a regency gentleman--elegant of pose, exquisite of manner, with spotless linen and an enthusiasm for bare knuckle fights, rampaging love affairs, duels by moonlight and the singing of glees. He expects immaculate service from his domestic staff, and possesses a range of invective that would make a navy blanch.

Dads don't need to be tall and broad-shouldered and clever. Love makes them so.

The work of a garden bears visible fruits-in a world where most of our labours seem suspiciously meaningless.

When sisters stand shoulder to shoulder, who stands a chance against us?

In loneliness, in sickness, in confusion-the mere knowledge of friendship makes it possible to endure, even if the friend is powerless to help. It is enough that they exist. Friendship is not diminished by distance or time, by imprisonment or war, by suffering or silence. It is in these things that it roots most deeply. It is from these things that it flowers.

Horses lend us the wings we lack.

It's hard to be responsible, adult and sensible all the time. How good it is to have a sister whose heart is as young as your own.