Quotes from Carl Van Vechten

A cat is never vulgar.

Is a little experience too much to pay for learning to know oneself?

There are ... two kinds of people in this world, those who long to be understood and those who long to be misunderstood. It is the irony of life that neither is gratified.

The cat seldom interferes with other people's rights. His intelligence keeps him from doing many of the fool things that complicate life.

An ordinary kitten will ask more questions than any five-year-old.

Note 4. For these and other reasons the cat is also very hard to photograph. The best photographs are instantaneous, as the mere breathing of a cat will blur the fur in a time exposure.

Paris is not a city I should care to approach for the first time after I had passed forty.

As an inspiration to the author, I do not think the cat can be over-estimated. He suggests so much grace, power, beauty, motion, mysticism. I do not wonder that many writers love cats; I am only surprised that all do not.

There is, indeed, no single quality of the cat that man could not emulate to his advantage.

Cats have gnosis to a degree that is granted to few bishops.

Is a little experience too much to pay for learning to know oneself?

A thing of beauty is a boy forever.

Well, she said, that picture is the kind of picture that gives pleasure to the kind of people who like that kind of picture.

Paris is not a city I should care to approach for the first time after I had passed forty.

An ordinary kitten will ask more questions than any five year old.

As an inspiration to the author, I do not think the cat can be over-estimated. He suggests so much grace, power, beauty, motion, mysticism. I do not wonder that many writers love cats I am only surprised that all do not.

The cat seldom interferes with other people's rights. His intelligence keeps him from doing many of the fool things that complicate life.

The cat is the only animal without visible means of support who still manages to find a living in the city.

There are two kinds of people in this world, those who long to be understood and those who long to be misunderstood. It is the irony of life that neither is gratified.

The cat, it is well to remember, remains the friend of man because it pleases him to do so and not because he must.