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.

The more you lose the right to be jealous, the more so you become!

There is but on virtue--the eternal sacrifice of self.

Genius, whether locked up in a cell or roaming at large, is always solitary.

We must have a passion in life.

You, stupid one, who believe in laws which punish murder by murder...

Whoever has loved once, knows all that life contains of sorrow and of joy.