Anxiety and distress, interrupted occasionally by pleasure, is the normal course of man's existence.

Both the cockroach and the bird would get along very well without us, although the cockroach would miss us most.

In a cat's eye, all things belong to cats.

Cats seem to go on the principle that it never does any harm to ask for what you want.

The advertiser is the overrewarded court jester and court pander at the democratic court.

Cats are rather delicate creatures and they are subject to a good many different ailments, but I have never heard of one who suffered from insomnia.

Happiness is itself a kind of gratitude.

The snow itself is lonely or, if you prefer, self-sufficient. There is no other time when the whole world seems composed of one thing and one thing only.

It is not ignorance but knowledge which is the mother of wonder.

If we do not permit the earth to produce beauty and joy, it will in the end not produce food, either.

Technology made large populations possible; large populations now make technology indispensable.

Success is a journey, not a destination.

Home is

Remember your dreams and fight for them. You must know what you want from life. There is just one thing that makes your dream become impossible: the fear of failure.

Man is something that shall be overcome.... Man is a rope, tied between beast and overman -- a rope over an abyss... What is great in man is that he is a bridge and not an end.

At Cana, [Mary] gave Him as a Savior to sinners; on the Cross He gave her as a refuge to sinners.

A seven-year-old girl can take only so many walks with her grandfather.

I wake up every morning and it's like when you break up with somebody who has really broken your heart.

God regenerates us and puts us in contact with all his divine resources, but he cannot make us walk according to his will.

We cannot observe external things without some degree of Thought; nor can we reflect upon our Thoughts, without being influenced in the course of our reflection by the Things which we have observed.

What we need in literature today are vast philosophic horizons... we need the most ultimate, the most fearsome, the most fearless "Why?" and "What next?".