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.

The sorrows of children are profound and unsuspected.

It is always one of the tragedies of any relationship, even between people sensitive to each other's moods, that the moments of emotion so rarely coincide.

children are not undeveloped versions of adult people: they are a different race of beings: they are children.

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.

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