An 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.
STENDHALI think no woman I have had ever gave me so sweet a moment, or at so light a price, as the moment I owe to a newly heard musical phrase.
More Stendhal Quotes
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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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The French are the wittiest, the most charming, and up to the present, at all events, the least musical race on Earth.
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This religion takes away the courage of thinking of unusual things and prohibits self-examination above all as the most egregious of sins. It is one step away from protestantism.
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The pleasures of love are always in proportion to our fears.
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It is better to have a prosaic husband and to take a romantic lover.
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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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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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I see but one rule: to be clear. If I am not clear, all my world crumbles to nothing.
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The man of genius is he and he alone who finds such joy in his art that he will work at it come hell or high water.
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This is the curse of our age, even the strangest aberrations are no cure for boredom.
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The great majority of men, especially in France, both desire and possess a fashionable woman, much in the way one might own a fine horse – as a luxury befitting a young man.
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When intimacy followed love in Italy there were no longer any vain pretensions between two lovers.
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All religions are founded on the fear of the many and the cleverness of the few.
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Beauty is nothing but a promise of happiness.
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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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