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!
Alfred de MussetThe most disagreeable thing that your worst enemy says to your face does not approach what your best friends say behind your back.
Alfred de Musset[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?
Alfred de MussetThe most despairing songs are the most beautiful, and I know some immortal ones that are pure tears.
Alfred de MussetThe 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
Alfred de MussetTake 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.
Alfred de MussetBecome corrupt, corrupt, and you will cease to suffer!" This has been the cry of all cities to man.
Alfred de MussetTaxes 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!
Alfred de MussetIf 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.
Alfred de MussetWhat 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.
Alfred de MussetA lively retrospect summons back to us once more our youth, with vivid reflex of its early joys and unstained pleasures.
Alfred de MussetThe soft contralto notes of a woman's voice are born in the immediate region of the heart.
Alfred de MussetI see that you believe in love such as the poets and romancers have represented... The poets represent love as the sculptors design beauty, as the musicians create melody; that is to say, endowed with an exquisite nervous organization, they gather up with discerning ardor the purest elements of life, the most beautiful lines of matter, and the most harmonious voices of nature.... To try to find in real life such love as this, eternal and absolute, is the same thing as to seek on the public squares such a woman as Venus or to expect nightingales to sing the symphonies of Beethoven.
Alfred de MussetPerfection does not exist; to understand it is the triumph of human intelligence; to expect to possess it is the most dangerous kind of madness.
Alfred de MussetIf love is a play, this play, as old as the world, fiasco or not, it is, all in all, the least bad thing that has so far been found. The roles are trite, I admit, but if the play had no value the whole universe wouldnโt know it by heart
Alfred de MussetIs is true that dictators never dream because they can change their smallest fantasies into realities if they want to?
Alfred de MussetIt was one of those somber evenings when the sighing of the wind resembles the moans of a dying man; a storm was brewing, and between the splashes of rain on the windows there was the silence of death. All nature suffers in such moments; the trees writhe in pain and twist their heads; the birds of the fields cower under the bushes; the streets of cities are deserted.
Alfred de MussetI deeply wished I could make the stars all come down and breathe them; disappear in them
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