You have learned enough to see that cats are much like you and me.

After such knowledge, what forgiveness? Think now History has many cunning passages, contrived corridors And issues, deceives with whispering ambitions Guides us by vanities.

So first, your memory I'll jog, And say: A CAT IS NOT A DOG

We fight to keep something alive rather than in the expectation that anything will triumph.

Every nation, every race, has not only its own creative, but its own critical turn of mind; and is even more oblivious of the shortcomings and limitations of its critical habits than of those of its creative genius.

In a mind charged with an eager purpose and an unfinished vindictiveness, there is no room for new feelings.

He is haunted by a demon, a demon against which he feels powerless, because in its first manifestation it has no face, no name, nothing; and the words, the poem he makes, are a kind of exorcism of this demon.