“You’re like a lighthouse shining beside the sea of humanity, motionless: all you can see is your own reflection in the water. You’re alone, so you think it’s a vast, magnificent panorama. You haven’t sounded the depths. You simply believe in the beauty of God’s creation. But I have spent all this time in the water, diving deep into the howling ocean of life, deeper than anyone. While you were admiring the surface, I saw the shipwrecks, the drowned bodies, the monsters of the deep”
“You’re like a lighthouse shining beside the sea of humanity, motionless: all you can see is your own reflection in the water. You’re alone, so you think it’s a vast, magnificent panorama. You haven’t sounded the depths. You simply believe in the beauty of God’s creation. But I have spent all this time in the water, diving deep into the howling ocean of life, deeper than anyone. While you were admiring the surface, I saw the shipwrecks, the drowned bodies, the monsters of the deep”
Alfred de Musset
“One must not trifle with love.”
Alfred de Musset“Perfection does not exist. To understand this is the triumph of human intelligence to expect to possess it is the most dangerous kind of madness.”
Alfred de Musset“Experience is the name men give to their follies or their sorrows.”
Alfred de Musset“Christianity ruined emperors but saved peoples.”
Alfred de Musset“Hast thou found out, Voltaire, that it is bliss to die, And does thy hideous smile over thy bleached bones fly?”
Alfred de Musset“There is no worse sorrow than remembering happiness in the day of sorrow.”
Alfred de Musset“Look at the sun! It’s dry, it’s dead, it needs a drink, it wants blood! And I’ll give it blood!”
Alfred de Musset, Lorenzaccio“There are temptations more attractive than angels. Liberty, Patriotism, the good of humanity – words like that are the silver scales of the Tempter’s flaming wings”
Alfred de Musset, Lorenzaccio“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 Musset, Fantasio“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”
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