The 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.
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.
STENDHALWhen intimacy followed love in Italy there were no longer any vain pretensions between two lovers.
STENDHALLove is like a fever which comes and goes quite independently of the will. There are no age limits for love.
STENDHALIn matters of sentiment, the public has very crude ideas; and the most shocking fault of women is that they make the public the supreme judge of their lives.
STENDHALWho knows whether it is not true that phosphorus and mind are not the same thing?
STENDHALLove is a well from which we can drink only as much as we have put in, and the stars that shine from it are only our eyes looking in.
STENDHALLife is very short, and it ought not to be spent crawling at the feet of miserable scoundrels.
STENDHALAfter moral poisoning, one requires physical remedies and a bottle of champagne.
STENDHALAn English traveller relates how he lived upon intimate terms with a tiger; he had reared it and used to play with it, but always kept a loaded pistol on the table.
STENDHALTo seem sorrowful is not in good taste: You’re supposed to seem bored.
STENDHALOne-half, the finest half, of life is hidden from the man who does not love with passion.
STENDHALSpring appears and we are once more children.
STENDHALThe ordinary procedure of the nineteenth century is that when a powerful and noble personage encounters a man of feeling, he kills, exiles, imprisons or so humiliates him that the other, like a fool, dies of grief.
STENDHALOnly great minds can afford a simple style.
STENDHALMathematics allows for no hypocrisy and no vagueness.
STENDHALSometimes 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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