Give me a dozen such heartbreaks, if that would help me lose a couple of pounds
For to dream and then to return to reality only means that our qualms suffer a change of place and significance
Bulldogs are adorable, with faces like toads that have been sat on
Look for a long time at what pleases you, and for a longer time at what pains you
My cat does not talk as respectfully to me as I do to her.
Who said you should be happy? Do your work
We don't feel at ease here: we are surrounded by too much beauty
What a delight it is to make friends with someone you have despised
The writer who loses his self-doubt, who gives way as he grows old to a sudden euphoria, to prolixity, should stop writing immediately: the time has come for him to lay aside his pen.
By associating with the cat one only risks becoming richer.
The cat is the animal to whom the Creator gave the biggest eye, the softest fur, the most supremely delicate nostrils, a mobile ear, an unrivaled paw and a curved claw borrowed from the rose-tree.
That provisional tomb where the living exile sighs, weeps, fights and succumbs, and is born again, remembering nothing, with the day
How do you like them? like a pear, a lemon, a la Montgolfier, half an apple, or a cantaloupe? Go and choose, don't be embarrassed.