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.
STENDHALAny man who talks about his love affairs thereby proves he is ignorant of love and is moved only by vanity.
More Stendhal Quotes
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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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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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Love has always been the most important business in my life; I should say the only one.
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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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Beauty is nothing other than the promise of happiness.
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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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When you want to court a woman, court her sister first
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A very small degree of hope is sufficient to cause the birth of love.
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Every great action is extreme when it is undertaken. Only after it has been accomplished does it seem possible to those creatures of more common stuff.
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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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If you think of paying court to the men in power, your eternal ruin is assured.
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Napoleon was indeed the man sent by God to help the youth of France! Who is to take his place?
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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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People happy in love have an air of intensity.
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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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