One-half, the finest half, of life is hidden from the man who does not love with passion.
STENDHALOne-half, the finest half, of life is hidden from the man who does not love with passion.
STENDHALThe tyranny of public opinion (and what an opinion!) is as fatuous in the small towns of France as it is in the United States of America.
STENDHALIt is better to have a prosaic husband and to take a romantic lover.
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.
STENDHALIf you don’t love me, it does not matter, anyway I can love for both of us.
STENDHALTrue 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.
STENDHALTo seem sorrowful is not in good taste: You’re supposed to seem bored.
STENDHALThere are as many styles of beauty as there are visions of happiness.
STENDHALFaith, I am no such fool; everyone for himself in this desert of selfishness which is called life.
STENDHALThis is the curse of our age, even the strangest aberrations are no cure for boredom.
STENDHALA good book is an event in my life.
STENDHALNow that the steam engine rules the world, a title is an absurdity, still I am all dressed up in this title. It will crush me if Ido not support it. The title attracts attention to myself.
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.
STENDHALPeople 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.
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.
STENDHALIt is difficult to escape from the prevailing disease of one’s generation.
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