Nothing is more fatal to happiness than the remembrance of happiness

Families, I hate you! Shut-in homes, closed doors, jealous possessors of happiness

Seize from every moment its unique novelty and do not prepare your joys

What would there be in a story of happiness? Only what prepares it, only what destroys it can be told.

Nothing prevents happiness like the memory of happiness.

The individual never asserts himself more than when he forgets himself