Quote by Albert Schweitzer
There are two means of refuge from the misery of life — mus

There are two means of refuge from the misery of life — music and cats. – Albert Schweitzer

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Reverence for life affords me my fundamental principle of morality, namely that good consists in maintaining, assisting, and enhancing life, and that to destroy, to harm, or to hinder life is evil. – Albert Schweitzer

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Just as white light consists of colored rays, so reverence for life contains all the components of ethics: love, kindliness, sympathy, empathy, peacefulness and power to forgive. – Albert Schweitzer

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There is no more intrepid explorer than a kitten. – Jules Champfleury

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Nobody who is not prepared to spoil cats will get from them the reward they are able to give to those who do spoil them. – Compton MacKenzie

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A cat improves the garden wall in sunshine, and the hearth in foul weather. – Judith Merkle Riley

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By and large, people who enjoy teaching animals to roll over will find themselves happier with a dog. – Barbara Holland

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