Cats Are The Tigers Of Us Poor

Cats Are The Tigers Of Us Poor Devils.

Whatever May Have Been Said Of The Satiety Of Pleasure And Of The Disgust Which Usually Follows Passion, Any Man Who Has Anything Of A Heart And Who Is Not Wretchedly And Hopelessly Blasé Feels His Love Increased By His Happiness, And Very Often The Best Way To Retain A Lover Ready To Leave Is To Give One's Self Up To Him Without Reserve.

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

To Love Is To Admire With The Heart; To Admire Is To Love With The Mind.

Only That Which Serves No End Is Beautiful; Everything Useful Is Ugly.