Books Follow Morals, And Not Morals Books.

Yes I Have Loved, As No One On Earth Ever Loved, With An Insensate And Furious Love, So Violent That I Wonder It Did Not Break My Heart

The Purity Of A Person's Heart Can Be Quickly Measured By How They Regard Animals

[a Cat] Will Lie The Whole Evening On Your Knee, Purring And Happy In Your Society.

Sometimes He Will Sit On The Carpet In Front Of You, Looking At You With Eyes So Melting, So Caressing And So Human, That They Almost Frighten You, For It Is Impossible To Believe That A Soul Is Not There.

The Years I Have Squandered In Puerile Excitement, In Going Hither And Thither, In Seeking To Force Nature And Time, I Ought To Have Spent In Solitude And Meditation, In Endeavoring To Make Myself Worthy Of Being Loved.