To describe happiness is to diminish it.
STENDHALIt is from cowardice and not from want of enlightenment that we do not read in our own hearts.
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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People 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.
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If you want to be witty, work on your character and say what you think on every occasion.
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What is really beautiful must always be true.
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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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The idea which tyrants find most useful is the idea of God.
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I think being condemned to death is the only real distinction,” said Mathilde. “It is the only thing which cannot be bought.
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Life is too short, and the time we waste in yawning never can be regained.
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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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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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I do not feel I have wisdom enough yet to love what is ugly.
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I love her beauty, but I fear her mind.
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The more one pleases everybody, the less one pleases profoundly.
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Your career will be a painful one. I divine something in you which offends the vulgar.
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The sight of anything extremely beautiful, in nature or in art, brings back the memory of what one loves, with the speed of lightning.
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