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In my flowery dreams there's always you. I do not regret it one bit.
Partake of love as a temperate man partakes of wine; do not become intoxicated.
Hast thou found out, Voltaire, that it is bliss to die,
And does thy hideous smile over thy bleached bones fly?
A happy memory is perhaps on this earth truer than happiness itself.
Reason may cure illusions, but not suffering.
One must not trifle with love.
The heart that once has been your shrine for other loves is too divine
The blood of my motherland waters a magic plant that cures all ills. That plant is art, and sometimes art needs corruption as a kind of fertilizer
But one loves, and when one is on the brink of death, one turns around to look backward, and one says to oneself: I have often suffered, I have sometimes been wrong, but I have loved.
Happiness may have but one night, as glory but one day.
The most disagreeable thing that your worst enemy says to your face does not approach what your best friends say behind your back.
Taxes are a universal burden in moral as well as in civil life. There is not a pleasure, social or otherwise, which is not assessed by fate at its full value!
Then came upon a world in ruins an anxious youth. The children were drops of burning blood which had inundated the earth; they were born in the bosom of war, for war. For fifteen years they had dreamed of the snows of Moscow and of the sun of the Pyramids.
Few persons enjoy real liberty; we are all slaves to ideas or habits.
I don't know where my road is going, but I know that I walk better when I hold your hand.
Great artists have no country.
In love matters; keep your pen from paper.
The life of a devotee is a crusade of which the heart is the Holy Land.
As soon as we entered I plunged into the giddy whirl of the waltz. That delightful exercise has always been dear to me; I know of nothing more beautiful, more worthy of a beautiful woman and a young man; all dances compared with the waltz are but insipid conventions or pretexts for insignificant converse. It is truly to possess a woman, in a certain sense, to hold her for a half hour in your arms, and to draw her on in the dance, palpitating in spite of herself, in such a way that it can not be positively asserted whether she is being protected or seduced. Some deliver themselves up to the pleasure with such modest voluptuousness, with such sweet and pure abandon, that one does not know whether he experiences desire or fear, and whether, if pressed to the heart, they would faint or break in pieces like the rose. Germany, where that dance was invented, is surely the land of love.
Each memorable verse of a true poet has two or three times the written content.
Memory is what makes us young or old.
How glorious it is – and also how painful – to be an exception.
What I need is a woman who is something, anything: either very beautiful or very kind or in the last resort very wicked; very witty or very stupid, but something.
I can't help it, the idea of the infinite torments me.
Alas, everything that men say to one another is alike; the ideas they exchange are almost always the same, in their conversation. But inside all those isolated machines, what hidden recesses, what secret compartments! It is an entire world that each one carries within him, an unknown world that is born and dies in silence! What solitudes all these human bodies are!
The soft contralto notes of a woman's voice are born in the immediate region of the heart.
Man is a pupil, pain is his teacher.
What a frightful weapon is human thought! It is our defense and our safeguard, the most precious gift that God has made us. It is ours and it obeys us; we may launch it forth into space, but, once outside of our feeble brains, it is gone; we can no longer control it.
As all the perfumes of the vanished dayRise from the earth still moistened with the dewSo from my chastened soul beneath thy rayOld love is born anew.
The return makes one love the farewell.
My heart, still full of her,
traveled over her face, and found her there no more ...
I had thought to myself that a woman unknown
had adopted by chance that voice and those eyes
and I let the chilly statue pass
looking athe skies
Doubt, if you will, the being who loves you,
Woman or dog, but never doubt love itself.
Take love as a sober man takes wine; do not become a drunkard. If your mistress is sincere and faithful, love her for that; but if she is not, if she is merely young and beautiful, love her for that; if she is agreeable and spirituelle, love her for that; if she is none of these things but merely loves you, love her for that. Love does not come to us every day.
Romanticism is the abuse of adjectives
Christianity ruined emperors, but saved peoples.
If you are weak, dependent upon others, inclined to allow yourself to be dominated by opinion, to take root wherever you see a little soil, make for yourself a shield that will resist everything, for if you yield to your weaker nature you will not grow, you will dry up like a dead plant, and you will bear neither fruit nor flowers. The sap of your life will dissipate into the formation of a useless bark; all your actions will be as colorless as the leaves of the willow; you will have no tears to water you, but those from your own eyes, to nourish you, no heart but your own.
I deeply wished I could make the stars all come down and breathe them; disappear in them
Disgrace is the synonym of discovery.
Perfection does not exist; to understand it is the triumph of human intelligence; to expect to possess it is the most dangerous kind of madness.
Nothing is a sin when you obey the orders of a priest
Know that there is often hidden in us a dormant poet, always young and alive.
Your name, merely your name, floods my brain to a point of sweet disgust.
[I]f you are truly a man, sure of yourself and confident of your strength, you may taste of life without fear and without reserve; you may be sad or joyous, deceived or respected; but be sure you are loved, for what matters the rest?
It is easy to promise, and alas! How easy to forget!
Is is true that dictators never dream because they can change their smallest fantasies into realities if they want to?