Once [a Cat] Has Given

The Arts Teach And Moralise By Their Beauty Alone, Not By Translating A Philosophical Or Social Formula. For The Truly Artistic Person, Painting Has Itself As It's Purpose, Which Is Quite Enough.

Once [a Cat] Has Given Its Love, What Absolute Confidence, What Fidelity Of Affection!

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

Those Horses Must Have Been Spanish Jennets, Born Of Mares Mated With A Zephyr; For They Went As Swiftly As The Wind, And The Moon, Which Had Risen At Our Departure To Give Us Light, Rolled Through The Sky Like A Wheel Detached From Its Carriage.

Only That Which Serves No End Is Beautiful; Everything Useful Is Ugly.