The bonds that unite another person to our self exist only in our mind. — Marcel Proust. French novelist, literary critic, and essayist (1871–1922) Miscellaneous
Illness is the doctor to whom we pay most heed; to kindness, to knowledge, we make promise only; pain we obey.
We don't receive wisdom; we must discover it for ourselves after a journey that no one can take for us or spare us.
Let us be grateful to people who make us happy, they are the charming gardeners who make our souls blossom.