Politics in a literary work, is like a gun shot in the middle of a concert, something vulgar, and however, something which is impossible to ignore.
STENDHALBut, if I sample this pleasure so prudently and circumspectly, it will no longer be a pleasure.
More Stendhal Quotes
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In 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.
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Only great minds can afford a simple style.
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When intimacy followed love in Italy there were no longer any vain pretensions between two lovers.
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A woman of generous character will sacrifice her life a thousand times over for her lover, but will break with him for ever over a question of pride.
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To be loved at first sight, a man should have at the same time something to respect and something to pity in his face.
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A novel is like a bow, and the violin that produces the sound is the reader’s soul.
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Women are always eagerly on the lookout for any emotion.
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A good book is an event in my life.
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At a distance, we cannot conceive of the authority of a despot who knows all his subjects on sight.
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When a man leaves his mistress, he runs the risk of being betrayed two or three times daily.
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The boredom of married life inevitable destroys love, when love has preceded marriage.
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There is no such thing as “natural law”: this expression is nothing but old nonsense… Prior to laws, what is natural is only the strength of the lion, or the need of the creature suffering from hunger or cold, in short, need.
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True love makes the thought of death frequent, easy, without terrors; it merely becomes the standard of comparison, the price one would pay for many things.
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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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The 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.
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