There are perhaps no days of our childhood we lived so fully as those we spent with a favorite book. — Marcel Proust. French novelist, literary critic, and essayist (1871–1922) Children, Reading
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.
Illness is the doctor to whom we pay most heed; to kindness, to knowledge, we make promise only; pain we obey.