Heavens! whatever possesses us, here below, that we mutually torment ourselves, sourly reproach our mutual faults, and mercilessly condemn all that is not cut according to our pattern? — George Sand Copy Share Image
We do not precisely enjoy liberty at the Figaro. M. de Latouche, our worthy director (ah! you should know the fellow), is always hanging over us, cutting, pruning, right or wrong, imposing upon us his whims, his aberrations, his fancies,… — George Sand Copy Share Image
The masses are still ungrateful or ignorant. They prefer murder, poisonings, and crimes generally to a literature possessed of style and feeling. — George Sand Copy Share Image
I was born to love - but none of you wanted to believe it, and that misunderstanding was crucial in forming my character. It's… — George Sand Copy Share Image
Genius, whether locked up in a cell or roaming at large, is always solitary. — George Sand Copy Share Image
... love is too delicate a flower to rise again when one has trampled it under foot. — George Sand Copy Share Image
A child motivated by competitive ideals will grow into a man without conscience, shame, or true dignity. — George Sand Copy Share Image
Weeds are omnipresent; errors are to be found in the heart of the most lovable. — George Sand Copy Share Image
He who draws noble delights from sentiments of poetry is a true poet, though he has never written a line in all his life. — George Sand Copy Share Image
Try to keep your soul young and quivering right up to old age, and to imagine right up to the brink of death that… — George Sand Copy Share Image
The beauty that addresses itself to the eyes is only the spell of the moment; the eye of the body is not always that… — George Sand Copy Share Image
“Life resembles a novel more often than novels resemble life. (La vie ressemble plus souvent à un roman qu'un roman ne ressemble à la vie.)” — George Sand Copy Share Image
