when people go away, or when we leave the places we love, or something we treasure goes out of our life - I have always noticed that before it happens - this leaving, this parting - when we think about it beforehand we are overwhelmed with sadness at the loss to come. ... the most unbearable sense of loss, the worst homesickness of all, so I have found, is this loss and sickness we feel beforehand, before we ever leave home.

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.

The sorrows of children are profound and unsuspected.

Understanding, above all, is a gift we should never offer uninvited.

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

We envy people we love for being always in their own loved company.

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