One never knows how much a family may grow; and when a hive is too full, and it is necessary to form a new swarm, each one thinks of carrying away his own honey.

I have no enthusiasm for nature which the slightest chill will not instantly destroy.

Where there is no longer love, there is no longer anything.

The lessons of experience are always learned too late.

We cannot tear out a single page of our life, but we can throw the whole book in the fire.

Happiness lies in the consciousness we have of it.

Not to love is to cease to live.