Anyone who has owned many cats in long succession can define his or her life as a series of furry episodes.

I am as confounded by dogs as I am indebted to them.

Two would actually do it- two magic words that could replace all the religions in the world- two wonderful words that embrace all the powers and all of the energy we need to survive with each other and with our planet and with all the world's living creatures- don't hurt.

We are all pirates at heart. There is not one of us who hasn't had a little larceny in his soul. And which one of us wouldn't soar if God had thought there was merit in the idea? So, when we see one of those great widespread pirates soaring across the grain of sea winds we thrill, and we long, and, if we are honest, we curse that we must be men every day. Why not one day a bird! There's an idea, now, one day out of seven a pirate in the sky. What puny power a man can attain by comparison. Compare a 747 with a bird and blush!

We derive immeasurable good, uncounted pleasures, enormous security, and many critical lessons about life by owning dogs.

There are only three sins - causing pain, causing fear, and causing anguish. The rest is window dressing.

Why cat were given such terrific peripheral vision when they spend so much time looking down their noses is difficult to understand.