The shepherd always tries to persuade the sheep that their interests and his own are the same.
STENDHALThe first virtue of a young man today – that is, for the next fifty years perhaps, as long as we live in fear, and religion has regained its powers – is to be incapable of enthusiasm and not to have much in the way of brains.
More Stendhal Quotes
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I call “crystallization” that action of the mind that discovers fresh perfections in its beloved at every turn of events.
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Logic is neither an art nor a science but a dodge.
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This is the curse of our age, even the strangest aberrations are no cure for boredom.
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Sometimes the impact of Mozart’s music is so immediate that the vision in the mind remains blurred and incomplete, while the soul seems to be directly invaded, drenched in wave upon wave of melancholy.
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In our calling, we have to choose; we must make our fortune either in this world or in the next, there is no middle way.
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People are less self-conscious in the intimacy of family life and during the anxiety of a great sorrow. The dazzling varnish of an extreme politeness is then less in evidence, and the true qualities of the heart regain their proper proportions.
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I am mad, I am going under, I must follow the advice of a friend, and pay no heed to myself.
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Man is not free to refuse to do the thing which gives him more pleasure than any other conceivable action.
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The idea which tyrants find most useful is the idea of God.
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After moral poisoning, one requires physical remedies and a bottle of champagne.
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The first qualification for a historian is to have no ability to invent.
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Our true passions are selfish.
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It is with blows dealt by public contempt that a husband kills his wife in the nineteenth century; it is by shutting the doors ofall the drawing-rooms in her face.
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Power, after love, is the first source of happiness.
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A novel is a mirror which passes over a highway. Sometimes it reflects to your eyes the blue of the skies, at others the churned-up mud of the road.
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