Quotes by Alfred de Musset

“Youre like a lighthouse shining beside the sea of humanity, motionless: all you can see is your own reflection in the water. Youre alone, so you think its a vast, magnificent panorama. You havent s...”

“Is is true that dictators never dream because they can change their smallest fantasies into realities if they want to?”

“Romanticism is the abuse of adjectives”

“Nothing is a sin when you obey the orders of a priest”

“The blood of my motherland waters a magic plant that cures all ills. That plant is art, and sometimes art needs corruption as a kind of fertilizer”

“There is no worse sorrow than remembering happiness in the day of sorrow.”

“Alas, everything that men say to one another is alike; the ideas they exchange are almost always the same, in their conversation. But inside all those isolated machines, what hidden recesses, what ...”

“There are temptations more attractive than angels. Liberty, Patriotism, the good of humanity words like that are the silver scales of the Tempters flaming wings”

“Look at the sun! Its dry, its dead, it needs a drink, it wants blood! And Ill give it blood!”

“One must not trifle with love.”

“Each memorable verse of a true poet has two or three times the written content.”

“Hast thou found out, Voltaire, that it is bliss to die, And does thy hideous smile over thy bleached bones fly?”

“Christianity ruined emperors but saved peoples.”

“Experience is the name men give to their follies or their sorrows.”

“Perfection does not exist. To understand this is the triumph of human intelligence to expect to possess it is the most dangerous kind of madness.”

“You’re like a lighthouse shining beside the sea of humanity, motionless: all you can see is your own reflection in the water. You’re alone, so you think it’s a vast, magnificent panorama. You haven...”

“Nothing is a sin when you obey the orders of a priest”

“Is is true that dictators never dream because they can change their smallest fantasies into realities if they want to?”

“The blood of my motherland waters a magic plant that cures all ills. That plant is art, and sometimes art needs corruption as a kind of fertilizer”

“Alas, everything that men say to one another is alike; the ideas they exchange are almost always the same, in their conversation. But inside all those isolated machines, what hidden recesses, what ...”