I went to collect the few personal belongings which...I held to be invaluable: my cat, my resolve to travel, and my solitude.

Researchers, with science as their authority, will be able to cut animals up, alive, into small pieces, drop them from a great height to see if they are shattered by the fall, or deprive them of sleep for sixteen days and nights continuously for the purposes of an iniquitous monograph. . . . Animal trust, undeserved faith, when at last will you turn away from us? Shall we never tire of deceiving, betraying, tormenting animals before they cease to trust us?

If he's getting married, he's not longer interesting.

There is no need to waste pity on young girls who are having their moments of disillusionment, for in another moment they will recover their illusion.

It is not a bad thing that children should occasionally, and politely, put parents in their place.

Hope costs nothing.

There are days when solitude, for someone my age, is a heady wine that intoxicates you with freedom, others when it is a bitter tonic, and still others when it is a poison that makes you beat your head against the wall.