Happiness Will Never Be Any Greater Than

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.

When We Lose One We Love, Our Bitterest Tears Are Called Forth By The Memory Of Hours When We Loved Not Enough.

To Have Known How To Change The Past Into A Few Saddened Smiles-is This Not To Master The Future?

If The Bee Disappeared Off The Face Of The Earth, Man Would Only Have Four Years Left To Live.

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.