It is not what we think or feel that makes us who we are. It is what we do. Or fail to do…
L’argent peut seulement permettre au bonheur de s’épanouir. Au-delà du nécessaire, il ne peut apporter au cœur de satisfactions réelles.
If a book is well written, I always find it too short.
Do not let the behavior of others destroy your inner peace.
Je suis si ridiculement timide que cela me rend souvent négligent et presque impoli, quoique je n’aie jamais l’intention d’offenser personne […] la timidité est toujours l’eefet du sentiment de son infériorité. Si je pouvais me persuader que mes manières sont aisées et gracieuses, je ne serais pas timide.
I never wish to offend, but I am so foolishly shy, that I often seem negligent, when I am only kept back by my natural awkwardness. […] Shyness is only the effect of a sense of inferiority in some way or other. If I could persuade myself that my manners were perfectly easy and graceful, I should not be shy.
The more I see of the world, the more am I dissatisfied with it; and everyday confirms my belief of the inconsistencies of all human characters, and of the little dependence that can be placed on the appearance of merit or sense.
I come here with no expectations, only to profess, now that I am at liberty to do so, that my heart is and always will be…yours.
I come here with no expectations, only to profess, now that I am at liberty to do so, that my heart is and always will be…yours.
La question du genre se distingue de celle de la classe sociale. Quelle que soit leur pauvreté, les hommes ne perdent pas leurs privilèges d’hommes, quand bien même ils ne jouissent pas des privilèges procurés par la richesse.

L’amitié a des grandeurs inconnues de l’amour. Elle se fortifie dans les difficultés, alors que les contraintes massacrent l’amour. Elle résiste au temps qui laisse et désunit les couples. Elle a des élévations inconnues de l’amour.
On ne prend pas rendez-vous avec le destin. Le destin empoigne qui il veut, quand il veut. Dans le sens de vos désirs, il vous apporte la plénitude. Mais le plus souvent, il déséquilibre et heurte. Alors, on subit.

I want her – this fearless, stunning woman. And I want the kids. Those perfect, awful, amazing children – whom she loves with every inch of her soul. I want them to be mine. Mine to hold, mine to protect and teach. Their joy, their laughter, their love. I want to come home to it, bask in it, be the reason for it.
But even more than that, I want to deserve them.
