Not To Love Is To Cease To

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

I Loved [fairy Stories] So, And My Mother Weighed Down By Grief Had Given Up Telling Me Them. At Nohant I Found Mmes. D'ardony's And Perrault's Tales In Old Editions Which Became My Chief Joy For Five Or Six Years ... I've Never Read Them Since, But I Could Tell Each Tale Straight Through, And I Don't Think Anything In All One's Intellecutal Life Can Be Compared To These Delights Of Imagination.

Charity Degrades Those Who Receive It And Hardens Those Who Dispense It.

Where There Is No Longer Love, There Is No Longer Anything.

Weeds Are Omnipresent; Errors Are To Be Found In The Heart Of The Most Lovable.