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.

For every person who has ever lived there has come, at last, a spring he will never see. Glory then in the springs that are yours.

Love is to understand, at last, the suffering of another.

Sisters share the scent and smells... the feel of a common childhood.

If you've only one breath left, use it to say thank you.

In a world gone bad, a bear - even a bear standing on its head - is a comforting, uncomplicated, dependable hunk of sanity.

A friend is the only person you will let into the house when you are Turning Out Drawers.