I believe there are more urgent and honorable occupations than the incomparable waste of time we call suffering.

I love my past, I love my present. I am not ashamed of what I have had, and I am not sad because I no longer have it.

Perhaps the only misplaced curiosity is that which persists in trying to find out here, on this side of death, what lies beyond the grave.

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

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.

That lovely voice; how I should weep for joy if I could hear it now!

Never touch a butterfly's wing with your finger.