No One Is Truly Dead Until They

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

Fortune Loves To Give Bedroom Slippers To People With Wooden Legs, And Gloves To Those With No Hands.

Modesty Was Made For The Ugly.

Good Heavens! What A Foolish Thing Is This Pretended Perfectibility Of The Human Race Which Is Continually Being Dinned Into Our Ears!

The Cat Makes Himself The Companion Of Your Hours Of Solitude, Melancholy And Toil.