“I love cats because I enjoy my home; and little by little, they become its visible soul.”
“I never had a cat again. I still like cats, though I decided atthe time that that poor little cat who climbed the tree and neverreturned would be my first and last cat. I couldn’t forget thatlittle cat and start loving another.”
“The truth was that I could not manage my soul, and I was becoming aware of old age because of my weakness in the face of love.”
“Cat," said Peterkin, turning his head a little on one side, "I love you.”
“and suddenly I am washed over by a wave of happiness for it, for my little story, because it is a place, a home even, and I can go back to it from wherever I am”
“If you could know how happy I am, as Jesus' little spouse. No one....could I envy, because I am enjoying my complete happiness, even when I suffer something for my beloved Spouse.”