It is with the approach of winter that cats...wear their richest fur and assume an air of sumptuous and delightful opulence.
Pierre LotiMy books were always full of ink blots, always stained and covered with smeared sketches and pictures, which one draws idly when his attention wanders from his task.
Pierre LotiI am sure that the sad days and happenings were rare, and that I lived the joyous and careless life of other children; but just because the happy days were so habitual to me they made no impression upon my mind, and I can no longer recall them.
Pierre LotiMy sister and my brother, of whom I have not spoken before, were considerably older than I; it seemed almost as if we belonged to different generations.
Pierre Loti