It is love, not faith, that moves mountains.

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.

It is love, not faith, that moves mountains.

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 changes from day to day, and... after a few years have passed one has completely altered.

The prayers of a lover are more imperious than the menaces of the whole world

Weeds are omnipresent; errors are to be found in the heart of the most lovable.