We're left alone with each other. We have to creep close to each other and give gentle little nudges with our paws and our muzzles before we can slip into sleep and rest for the next day's playtime.

If you can't be yourself, what's the point of being anyone else?

Physical beauty is passing - a transitory possession - but beauty of the mind, richness of the spirit, tenderness of the heart - I have all these things - aren't taken away but grow! Increase with the years!

Devils can be driven out of the heart by the touch of a hand on a hand, or a mouth on a mouth.

Snatching the eternal out of the desperately fleeting is the great magic trick of human existence.

To change is to live, to live is to change, and not to change is to die.

Life is partly what we make it, and partly what it is made by the friends we choose.