The cat is a dilettante in fur.

Fortune loves to give bedroom slippers to people with wooden legs, and gloves to those with no hands.

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

To love is to admire with the heart; to admire is to love with the mind.

Those horses must have been Spanish jennets, born of mares mated with a zephyr; for they went as swiftly as the wind, and the moon, which had risen at our departure to give us light, rolled through the sky like a wheel detached from its carriage.

When we love - we grow

What I write is not for little girls.