“My husband and I were so closely united by our affection and our common work that we passed nearly all of our time together.”

Each of us must work for his own improvement, and at the same time share a general responsibility for all humanity.

One never notices what has been done; one can only see what remains to be done.

We must keep our certainty that after the bad days the good times will come again.

I was taught that the way of progress was neither swift nor easy.

It was like a new world opened to me, the world of science, which I was at last permitted to know in all liberty.

A scientist in his laboratory is not a mere technician: he is also a child confronting natural phenomena that impress him as though they were fairy tales.

You will find that one special love that you know is right but for some reason just doesn’t last.

Be less curious about people and more curious about ideas.

In science, we must be interested in things, not in persons.

You cannot hope to build a better world without improving the individuals.

Life is not easy for any for us.

I am among those who think that science has great beauty.

It is my earnest desire that some of you should carry on this scientific work and keep for your ambition the determination to make a permanent contribution to science.

All my life through, the new sights of nature made me rejoice like a child.

More and more, I feel the need for a house and a garden.

All that I saw and learned was a new delight to me.

We fear rejection, want attention, crave affection, and dream of perfection.

Once you have drunk from the water of unconditional love, no other well can satisfy your thirst. The pangs of separation may become so intense that seeking the affection of the Beloved becomes an obsession.

You should not have taken advantage of my sensibility to steal into my affections without my consent.

Parental affection is, perhaps, the blindest modification of perverse self-love

Few, I believe, have had much affection for mankind, who did not first love their parents, their brothers, sisters, and even the domestic brutes, whom they first played with.

Friendship is a serious affection; the most sublime of all affections, because it is founded on principle, and cemented by time.

Can’t you see you’re toxic to me there’s no affection just obsession?

The feelings of our heart, the agitation of our passions, the vehemence of our affections, dissipate all its conclusions, and reduce the profound philosopher to a mere plebeian.