The cat is a dilettante in fur.

Art is beauty, the perpetual invention of detail, the choice of words, the exquisite care of execution.

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

[Great artists] do not copy what they see, but what they desire.

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

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.

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