Any man who does not have his inner world to translate is not an artist.

It is a difficult matter to gain the affection of a cat. He is a philosophical, methodical animal, tenacious of his own habits, fond of order and neatness, and disinclined to extravagant sentiment. He will be your friend, if he finds you worthy of friendship, but not your slave.

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

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

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.

I am a man for whom the outside world exists.