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.

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

Maybe not today, Maybe not tomorrow. But somewhere down the line, there has to be a light.

...men are much softer than women, more sentimental. They cry at the movies and pretend not to. The male of the species is weak. He doesn’t tolerate pain well.

Promises and pie-crust are made to be broken.

Do you love life? Then don't waste time, because time is life!

And it should be something that only that group of people could've made with everybody invested.

The things we worry about the most are the hints we trust God with the least.

It's always refreshing to meet someone crazier than us," I said. "We seem so normal afterward.

Money is what you'd get on beautifully without if only other people weren't so crazy about it.

The problem with tomorrow is that I have never seen a tomorrow. Tomorrow does not exist. Tomorrow only exist in the mind of dreamers and losers.

I'm very disappointed by the mature-democracy countries. I was ousted by a coup d'etat.