It is difficult to obtain the friendship of a cat. It is a philosophical animal... one that does not place its affections thoughtlessly.
It is a difficult matter to gain the affection of a cat. He is a philosophical, methodical animal, tenacious of his own habits, fond of order and neatness, and disinclined to extravagant sentiment. He will be your friend, if he finds you worthy of friendship, but not your slave.
The cat makes himself the companion of your hours of solitude, melancholy and toil.
The most fitting occupation for a civilized man is to do nothing.
Yes I have loved, as no one on earth ever loved, with an insensate and furious love, so violent that I wonder it did not break my heart
Modesty was made for the ugly.
Books follow morals, and not morals books.
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.
Once [a cat] has given its love, what absolute confidence, what fidelity of affection!
To love is to admire with the heart; to admire is to love with the mind.
Eyes so transparent that through them the soul is seen.
I was born to travel and write verse.
The purity of a person's heart can be quickly measured by how they regard animals
Who can believe that there is no soul behind those luminous eyes!
The cat is a dilettante in fur.
Brevity never fatigues; therefore, brevity is always a welcome guest.
What I write is not for little girls.
No one is truly dead until they are no longer loved.
If you are worthy of its affection, a cat will be your friend but never your slave.
[Great artists] do not copy what they see, but what they desire.
I am a man for whom the outside world exists.
The arts teach and moralise by their beauty alone, not by translating a philosophical or social formula. For the truly artistic person, painting has itself as it's purpose, which is quite enough.
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.
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.
Cats are the tigers of us poor devils.
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