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Absence slowly creates. It takes time for the absent to assume their true shape in our thoughts.

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.

Childhood is ideally not free of struggle. A happy childhood is poor preparation for human contacts.

Familiarity is apt to render silence congenial.

Happiness is a change of sorrows.

Insight is the titillating knack of hurting.

Insomnia is, in its early stages, almost an oasis in which those who have to think or suffer darkly take refuge.

January is month of empty pockets.

Life is nothing but a series of crosses for us mothers.

Poetry is not just about beauty — it does not necessarily have to be beautiful to stick in the depths of our memory.