Our intonations contain our philosophy of life, what each of us is constantly telling himself about things

Habit is a second nature which prevents us from knowing the first, of which it has neither the cruelties nor the enchantments

Let us leave pretty women to men devoid of imagination.

But,instead of what our imagination makes us suppose and which we worthless try to discover,life gives us something that we could hardly imagine.

Let us be grateful to people who make us happy, they are the charming gardeners who make our souls blossom.

My destination is no longer a place, rather a new way of seeing.