Her name probably popped into my head because of that book I started some time ago but never finished because it just couldn’t hold my attention – “Becoming George Sand”. Besides, two days ago it was International Women’s Day and George Sand was a woman after my own heart, non-conformist and with views rather unusual for her time.
- He who draws noble delights from sentiments of poetry is a true poet, though he has never written a line in all his life.
- I have no enthusiasm for nature which the slightest chill will not instantly destroy.
- I regard as a mortal sin not only the lying of the senses in matters of love, but also the illusion which the senses seek to create where love is only partial. I say, I believe, that one must love with all of one’s being, or else live, come what may, a life of complete chastity.
- Admiration and familiarity are strangers.
- I ask the support of no one, neither to kill someone for me, gather a bouquet, correct a proof, nor to go with me to the theater. I go there on my own, as a man, by choice; and when I want flowers, I go on foot, by myself, to the Alps.
- My profession is to be free.
- Nothing resembles selfishness more closely than self-respect.
- The capacity of passion is both cruel and divine.
- The beauty that addresses itself to the eyes is only the spell of the moment; the eye of the body is not always that of the soul.
- Masterpieces are only lucky attempts.
- All of us who have time and money to spare, travel — that is to say, we flee; since surely it is not so much a question of travelling as of getting away? Which of us has not some sorrow to dull, or some yoke to cast off?
- We cannot tear a single page from our life, but we can throw the whole book into the fire.
- The truth is too simple: one must always get there by a complicated route.
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