Cats were put into the world to disprove the dogma that all things were created to serve man.

Cats are kindly masters, just so long as you remember your place.

In the end, the Tribune lost touch with the world it was supposed to reach; it mattered passionately, but almost exclusively, to those who worked for it.

You can only stare at a clown mask so long. After a few minutes it's no big deal anymore. So people start paying attention to the music instead of what the clown is doing, or what he is wearing, or how cool his spikey hair is.

One must love a poet on its own terms.

Cats were put into the world to disprove the dogma that all things were created to serve man.

Muffled lives explode in understatements.