“The cat would eat fish but would not get her feet wet.”

Many small make a great.

People can die of mere imagination.

In the stars is written the death of every man.

And so it is in politics, dear brother, Each for himself alone, there is no other.

We little know the things for which we pray.

For out of old fields, as men saith, Cometh all this new corn from year to year; And out of old books, in good faith, Cometh all this new science that men learn.

Patience is a conquering virtue. The learned say that, if it not desert you, It vanquishes what force can never reach; Why answer back at every angry speech? No, learn forbearance or, I’ll tell you what, You will be taught it, whether you will or not.

In love there is but little rest.

And gladly would he learn and gladly teach.

Full wise is he that can himself know.

Death is the end of every worldly pain.

Mercy surpasses justice.

All good things must come to an end.

That field hath eyen, and the wood hath ears.

Make a virtue of necessity.

Great peace is found in little busy-ness.

You call to a dog and a dog will break its neck to get to you. Dogs just want to please. Call to a cat and its attitude is, ‘What’s in it for me?’

Social media is like ancient Egypt: writing things on walls and worshiping cats.

Cat’s are unpredictable. It is a fine line between the cure, inquisitive and innocent creature resting on our lap and the hissing, spitting and deranged banshee it might become at any moment. This is why we’re trying always to win their love.

One reason cats are happier than people is that they have no newspapers.

Why so scrawny, cat? Starving for fat fish or mice… Or backyard love?

If you have a dog or a cat, you know how developed they can be. How sensitive, how aware. They suffer. We all do.

I love cats because I enjoy my home; and little by little, they become its visible soul.

Take a cat, nourish it well with milk and tender meat, make it a couch of silk.