What I Write Is Not

Sometimes He Will Sit On The Carpet In Front Of You, Looking At You With Eyes So Melting, So Caressing And So Human, That They Almost Frighten You, For It Is Impossible To Believe That A Soul Is Not There.

[a Cat] Will Make Itself The Companion Of Your Hours Of Work, Of Loneliness, Or Of Sadness.

I Am One Of Those For Whom Superfluity Is A Necessity.

Any Man Who Does Not Have His Inner World To Translate Is Not An Artist.

The Purity Of A Person's Heart Can Be Quickly Measured By How They Regard Animals