In the Words of Marcel Proust….
Let us be grateful to those who make us happy. They are the charming gardeners who make our souls blossom.
The real voyage of discovery comes not from seeking new landscapes, but in having new eyes.
A change in the weather is sufficient to recreate the world and ourselves.
We are healed from suffering only by experiencing it to the full.
Love is space and time measured only by the heart.
Time which changes people does not alter the image we have retained of them.
Happiness is beneficial to the body, but it is grief that develops the power of the mind.