One Changes From Day To Day, And...

These Tears Do Me Good, They Have Watered The Parched Place; Perhaps My Heart Will Grow Again There!

Gossiping Is The Plague Of Little Towns.

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.

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.