At the top of the iron staircase leading to the stage, the good, dry, dusty warmth wraps me round like a comfortable dirty cloak.

Time spent with a cat is never wasted.

As for an authentic villain, the real thing, the absolute, the artist, one rarely meets him even once in a lifetime. The ordinary bad hat is always in part a decent fellow.

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

The faults of husbands are often caused by the excess virtues of their wives.

A kindly gesture bestowed by us on an animal arouses prodigies of understanding and gratitude.

It takes time for the absent to assume their true shape in our thoughts.