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One Never Knows How Much A Family May Grow; And When A Hive Is Too Full, And It Is Necessary To Form A New Swarm, Each One Thinks Of Carrying Away His Own Honey.

The Brain Is A Tool That Gets Rusty Without Constant, Albeit Moderate, Exercise.

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.

Try To Keep Your Soul Young And Quivering Right Up To Old Age.

No Place Is Ugly To Those Who Understand The Virtues And Sweetness Of Everything That God Has Made.