I think that you’ve got to make something that pleases you and hope that other people feel the same way.
Cleanliness in the cat world is usually a virtue put above godliness.
As an inspiration to the author, I do not think the cat can be over-estimated. He suggests so much grace, power, beauty, motion, mysticism. I do not wonder that many writers love cats; I am only surprised that all do not.
There are. . . two kinds of people in this world, those who long to be understood and those who long to be misunderstood. It is the irony of life that neither is gratified.
The cat, it is well to remember, remains the friend of man because it pleases him to do so and not because he must.
The lack of imagination or invention most people display in naming pussies is almost beyond credence.
One meets the cat in nearly all forms of art. . . curiously enough she is not a conspicuous figure in Roman or Greek art.
For there is no air that men so greedily draw in, that diffuses itself so soon, and that penetrates so deep as that of license.
I suddenly discovered that acting made girls notice me.
Whatever solace the Christian faith could give was balanced by the anxiety it generated.
I threw my hands up. Men. They were impossible to reason with.