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

Love is a sweet thing caught a momentand held in a golden eye.

I cannot speculate on what our cluttered mind will save- sleepy Sundays, or a nosebleed after love. I know only the dying heart needs the nourishment of memory to live beyond too many winters.

The world needs writers. We will always be necessary. There are few professions that can claim that distinction.

There's no misery in not being loved, only in not loving.

It happens just because we need to want and to be wanted too, when love is here or gone to lie down in the darkness and listen to the warm.

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