When a Cat adopts you, and I am not superstitious at all I don't mean only Black cats there is nothing to be done about it except to put up with it and wait until the wind changes.

At the violet hour, when the eyes and back Turn upward from the desk, when the human engine waits Like a taxi throbbing waiting I Tiresias, though blind, throbbing between two lives.

Again I must remind you that a dog's a dog-a cat's a cat.

If you start with a bang, you won't end with a whimper.

I learn a great deal by merely observing you, and letting you talk as long as you please, and taking note of what you do not say.

To become what you are not, behave as you do not.

It takes so many years to learn that one is dead.