There are no ordinary cats.
We only do well the things we like doing.
A happy childhood is poor preparation for human contacts.
The faults of husbands are often caused by the excess virtues of their wives.
I am indebted to the cat for a particular kind of honorable deceit, for a greater control over myself, for a characteristic aversion to brutal sounds, and for the need to keep silent for long periods of time.
Voluptuaries, consumed by their senses, always begin by flinging themselves with a great display of frenzy into an abyss. But they survive, they come to the surface again. And they develop a routine of the abyss: It's four o clock. At five I have my abyss.