George Sand Quotes - Page 5

Faith is an excitement and an enthusiasm: it is a condition of intellectual magnificence to which we must cling as to a treasure, and not squander on our way through life in the small coin of empty words, or in exact and priggish argument.

Party politics is now a real farce.

we do not die of anguish, we live on. We continue to suffer. We drink the cup drop by drop.

God has written in the law of nature that when two people are joined in love or friendship, one must always give his heart more perfectly than the other.

Gossiping is the plague of little towns.

living for oneself is a bad thing. The keenest intellectual pleasure comes from being able to return to the self after being absent from it for a spell. But living all the time inside the self, that most tyrannical, demanding and capricious of companions - no, one shouldn't do it.

And I refused to make any sacrifices; for nothing on earth seemed more valuable than my peace of mind, my pleasure and my acclaim.

A cigar numbs sorrow and fills the solitary hours with a million gracious images.

Whoever has loved once, knows all that life contains of sorrow and of joy.

Sex is the most respectable and holy thing in all creation, the most serious act in life.

One wastes so much time, one is so prodigal of life, at twenty! Our days of winter count for double. That is the compensation of the old.

The masses are still ungrateful or ignorant. They prefer murder, poisonings, and crimes generally to a literature possessed of style and feeling.

Vanity is the quicksand of reason.

Art speaks only to the mind, whereas nature speaks to all the faculties.

No one makes a revolution by himself; and there are some revolutions which humanity accomplishes without quite knowing how, because it is everybody who takes them in hand.

No human creature can give orders to love.

To be made evident, truth must be sought for; for of itself it is slow to appear, and between ourselves and God the obstacles are so many!

Fame and admiration weigh not a feather in the scale against friendship and love, for the heart languishes all the same.

The whole secret of the study of nature lies in learning how to use one's eyes.

The mind has no sex.

Where love is absent there can be no woman.

Life is a slate where all our sins are written; from time to time we rub the sponge of repentance over it so we can begin sinning again.

You, stupid one, who believe in laws which punish murder by murder...

The smoke of glory is not worth the smoke of a pipe.

I have no enthusiasm for nature which the slightest chill will not instantly destroy.