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
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
