A Quote by Oliver Herford

Cat: a pygmy lion who loves mice, hates dogs, and patronizes human beings. — © Oliver Herford
Cat: a pygmy lion who loves mice, hates dogs, and patronizes human beings.
The worthy administrators of justice are like a cat set to take care of a cheese, lest it should be gnawed by the mice. One bite of the cat does more damage to the cheese than twenty mice can do.
We've got a Muslim for a president who hates cowboys, hates cowgirls, hates fishing, hates farming, loves gays and we hate him!
I've had pigeons, doves, mice. I had a cat, dogs.
Black cat, white cat, what does it matter as long as the cat catches mice?
No matter if it is a white cat or a black cat; as long as it can catch mice, it is a good cat.
Black cat or white cat: If it can catch mice, it's a good cat
God loves human beings. God loves the world. Not an ideal human, but human beings as they are; not an ideal world, but the real world. What we find repulsive in their opposition to God, what we shrink back from with pain and hostility, namely, real human beings, the real world, this is for God the ground of unfathomable love.
Among human beings, a cat is merely a cat; among cats, a cat is a prowling shadow in a jungle.
Even dogs and horses have their actions modified by association with human beings; they form different habits because human beings are concerned with what they do.
A cat has absolute emotional honesty: human beings, for one reason or another, may hide their feelings, but a cat does not.
So the lion is the law-breaker. Just as to the primitive man the lion is the lawbreaker, the great nuisance, dangerous to human beings and to animals, that breaks into the Kraal at night and fetches the bull out of the herd: he is the destructive instinct.
Oh cat, I'd say, or pray: be-ootiful cat! Delicious cat! Exquisite cat! Satiny cat! Cat like a soft owl, cat with paws like moths, jewelled cat, miraculous cat! Cat, cat, cat, cat.
I was the lion who forced you to join with Aravis. I was the cat who comforted you among the houses of the dead. I was the lion who drove the jackals from you while you slept. I was the lion who gave the horses the new strength of fear for the last mill so that you should reach King Lune in time. And I was the lion you do not remember who pushed the boat in which you lay, a child near death, so that it came to shore where a man sat, wakeful at midnight, to receive you.
Every day a sharp tool, a powerful destroyer, is necessary to cut away dullness, lobotomy, buzzing, belief in human beings, stagnancy, images, and accumulation. As soon as we stop believing in human beings, rather know we are dogs and trees, we'll start to be happy.
Quite obviously a cat trusts human beings; but she doesn't trust another cat because she knows better than we do.
When one loves animals and children too much, one loves them against human beings.
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