Modesty was made for the ugly.

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

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

No one is truly dead until they are no longer loved.

The years I have squandered in puerile excitement, in going hither and thither, in seeking to force nature and time, I ought to have spent in solitude and meditation, in endeavoring to make myself worthy of being loved.

It is difficult to obtain the friendship of a cat.

Sometimes he sits at your feet looking into your face with an expression so gentle and caressing that the depth of his gaze startles you.