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.

The cat is a dilettante in fur.

Critical lice are like body lice, which desert corpses to seek the living.

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

The purity of a person's heart can be quickly measured by how they regard animals

What I write is not for little girls.

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