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.
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More Stendhal Quotes
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The shepherd always tries to persuade the sheep that their interests and his own are the same.
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A very small degree of hope is sufficient to cause the birth of love.
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Love is like fever; it comes and goes without the will having any part of the process.
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I 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.
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The pleasures of love are always in proportion to our fears.
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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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People who have been made to suffer by certain things cannot be reminded of them without a horror which paralyses every other pleasure, even that to be found in reading a story.
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Your career will be a painful one. I divine something in you which offends the vulgar.
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God’s only excuse is that he does not exist.
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I do not feel I have wisdom enough yet to love what is ugly.
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Life is very short, and it ought not to be spent crawling at the feet of miserable scoundrels.
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The 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.
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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 more a race is governed by its passions, the less it has acquired the habit of cautious and reasoned argument, the more intense will be its love of music.
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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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