Happiness is the moment when you cease to make an inventory of joys; it is a glow, a brightness - never a list.
Of what help is anyone who can only be approached with the right words?
Perfect moments don't turn into half-hours.
The image of ourselves in the minds of others is the picture of a stranger we shall never see.
Are there any punishments in life but our joys turned against us?
We often call a certainty a hope, to bring it luck.