Books follow morals, and not morals books.

You do not become a critic until it has been completely established to your own satisfaction that you cannot be a poet.

The cat makes himself the companion of your hours of solitude, melancholy and toil.

What well-bred woman would refuse her heart to a man who had just saved her life? Not one; and gratitude is a short cut which speedily leads to love.

If you are worthy of its affection, a cat will be your friend but never your slave.

Sometimes he will sit on the carpet in front of you, looking at you with eyes so melting, so caressing and so human, that they almost frighten you, for it is impossible to believe that a soul is not there.

Who can believe that there is no soul behind those luminous eyes!