People are not born bastards. They have to work at it.

Do not ask the definition of a friend. He/She is that one without whose company death and dying set in earlier and living is made more pleasurable.

The gifts that one receives for giving are so immeasurable that it is almost an injustice to accept them.

Cats have it all - admiration, an endless sleep, and company only when they want it.

Even when you feel you've reached the end or edge of life, hold on. Life itself will ultimately take care of you.

If I could do it over, I'd do better.

Extending your hand is extending yourself.