If the bee disappeared off the face of the earth, man would only have four years left to live.

Can we conceive what humanity would be if it did not know the flowers?

Above all, let us never forget that an act of goodness is in itself an act of happiness. It is the flower of a long inner life of joy and contentment; it tells of peaceful hours and days on the sunniest heights of our soul.

In any event, a truth that disheartens, because it is true, is still of far more value than the most stimulating of falsehoods.

Every year, in November, at the season that follows the hour of the dead, the crowning and majestic hours of autumn, I go to visit the chrysanthemums ... They are indeed, the most universal, the most diverse of flowers.

Is not every action of Hamlet induced by a fanatical impulse, which tells him that duty consists in revenge alone? And dose it need superhuman efforts to recognize that revenge never can be duty? I say again that Hamlet thinks much, but that he is by no means wise.

An act of goodness is of itself an act of happiness.