We Do Not Die Of Anguish, We

Faith Is Like Love; When You Want It You Can't Find It, And You Find It When You Least Expect It.

The Artist Vocation Is To Send Light Into The Human Heart.

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.

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.

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