The midsummer sun shines but dim, The fields strive in vain to look gay; But when I am happy in Him December's as pleasant as May.

Imagination doesn't always make you long for what you cannot have, but rather thrive in what you do not have.

If you walk in joy, happiness is close behind.

I love everything that makes up a milieu, the rolling of the carriages and the noise of the workmen in Paris, the cries of a thousand birds in the country, the movement of the ships on the waters. I love also absolute, profound silence, and, in short, I love everything that is around me, no matter where I am.

While we pursue happiness, we flee from contentment.

A thing of beauty is a joy forever.