I Am A Man For

If You Are Worthy Of Its Affection, A Cat Will Be Your Friend But Never Your Slave.

Cats Are The Tigers Of Us Poor Devils.

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.

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.

Modesty Was Made For The Ugly.