happiness makes us older, less romantic, less in need of dreams. Discontent, not happiness, is the food of youth and poetry.

Summer weather, like being in love,is a philosopher's stone which turns our ordinary days to gold. But not the whole day ... For it is never the whole day, never all our life which is transformed in any happiness, but only the exquisite moments.

children once settled and confident can mostly be left, it seems, to manage their difficulties without us. Only what we must do, always and unalterably, is hold their hand firmly in general goodwill, then they themselves seem to deal with their own particular troubles far better than we can.

The sorrows we imagine are more profound and inconsolable than real life leaves us time for.

happiness makes us older, less romantic, less in need of dreams. Discontent, not happiness, is the food of youth and poetry.

Enthusiasm is a plant which grows variously in the varying soils of different natures.

We are perverse creatures and never satisfied.