In its early stages, insomnia is almost an oasis in which those who have to think or suffer darkly take refuge.

You don't think before you do something foolish. You do your thinking afterwards.

The lovesick, the betrayed, and the jealous all smell alike.

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

There are no ordinary cats.

January, month of empty pockets! let us endure this evil month, anxious as a theatrical producer's forehead.

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?