No Use In Taking A Cat's Opinion

I Know I Haven't Much Sense Or Sobriety, But I've Got What Is Ever So Much Better — The Knack Of Making People Like Me.

I'm Really A Very Happy, Contented Little Person In Spite Of My Broken Heart.

Kindred Spirits Alone Do Not Change With The Changing Years.

I Love Pretty Things; And I Hate To Look In The Glass And See Something That Isn't Pretty. It Makes Me Feel So Sorrowful—just As I Feel When I Look At Any Ugly Thing. I Pity It Because It Isn't Beautiful.

I Don't Know That She Is As Amusing As She Was When She Was A Child, But She Makes Me Love Her And I Like People Who Make Me Love Them. It Saves Me So Much Trouble In Making Myself Love Them.