Reason cannot remain a bare intellectual faculty; it must become a faculty of judgment dealing with the question of values.

The cat is, above all things, a dramatist.

Dogs have owners, cats have staff.

A plate is distasteful to a cat, a newspaper still worse; they like to eat sticky pieces of meat sitting on a cushioned chair or a nice Persian rug.

He lives in the halflights in secret places, free and alone, this mysterious little great being whom his mistress calls, My cat.

But none of us wants to be average. That we are so is a melancholy fact borne in upon us in middle life, and we do not always relish it.

All progress in knowledge takes place through the correction of that which has been received on authority.

We try so hard to make ourselves lovable, and yet each layer of this mask puts another wall around us – a wall that keeps love out.

I asked a coughing friend of mine why he doesn't stop smoking. "In this town it wouldn't do any good " he explained. "I happen to be a chain breather."

How can we be strangers if we both believe in God?

Slogan-making is not poetry.

My office is trashed,” he grumped as he squished across his damp carpet and took the coffee that I was holding out to him. “Why are you smiling? My fish are dead.

We're most likely to lose our rights when we allow ourselves to be persuaded to deprive others of theirs.

The best thing on translation was said by Cervantes: translation is the other side of a tapestry.

It's bizarre that the produce manager is more important to my children's health than the pediatrician.

The desert is cold early in the morning. Laying down on that sand is like laying on a block of ice.

The stuff of which masterpieces are made drifts about the world waiting to be clothed in words.