“[On Chopin's Preludes :] "His genius was filled with the mysterious sounds of nature, but transformed into sublime equivalents in musical thought, and not through slavish imitation of the actual external sounds. His composition of that night was surely filled… — 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