Writing A Journal Means That Facing Your

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 Smoke Of Glory Is Not Worth The Smoke Of A Pipe.

Years Do Not Always Make Age.

One Wastes So Much Time, One Is So Prodigal Of Life, At Twenty! Our Days Of Winter Count For Double. That Is The Compensation Of The Old.

I Know That I Have Found Fulfillment. I Have An Object In Life, A Task ... A Passion.