Cats are a very mysterious kind of folk. There is always more passing in their minds than we are aware of.
He that climbs the tall tree has won right to the fruit, He that leaps the wide gulf should prevail in his suit.
When thinking about companions gone, we feel ourselves doubly alone.
Revenge, the sweetest morsel to the mouth that ever was cooked in hell.
To all, to each, a fair good-night, and pleasing dreams, and slumbers light.
The misery of keeping a dog is his dying so soon. But, to be sure, if he lived for fifty years and then died, what would become of me?