Alfred de Musset
Alfred de Musset
Alfred Louis Charles de Musset-Pathaywas a French dramatist, poet, and novelist. Along with his poetry, he is known for writing the autobiographical novel La Confession d'un enfant du siècle...
NationalityFrench
ProfessionWriter
Date of Birth11 December 1810
CountryFrance
blood giving looks
Look at the sun! It’s dry, it’s dead, it needs a drink, it wants blood! And I’ll give it blood!
life country artist
Great artists have no country.
angel wings humanity
There are temptations more attractive than angels. Liberty, Patriotism, the good of humanity – words like that are the silver scales of the Tempter’s flaming wings
vanity dignity vulnerable
Vanity and dignity are incompatible with each other; vain women are almost sure to be vulnerable.
fate moral pleasure
Taxes are a universal burden in moral as well as in civil life. There is not a pleasure, social or otherwise, which is not assessed by fate at its full value!
believe ocean reflection
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’t sounded the depths. You simply believe in the beauty of God’s creation. But I have spent all this time in the water, diving deep into the howling ocean of life, deeper than anyone. While you were admiring the surface, I saw the shipwrecks, the drowned bodies, the monsters of the deep
art blood water
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
love men what-matters
[I]f you are truly a man, sure of yourself and confident of your strength, you may taste of life without fear and without reserve; you may be sad or joyous, deceived or respected; but be sure you are loved, for what matters the rest?
love beautiful wine
Take love as a sober man takes wine; do not become a drunkard. If your mistress is sincere and faithful, love her for that; but if she is not, if she is merely young and beautiful, love her for that; if she is agreeable and spirituelle, love her for that; if she is none of these things but merely loves you, love her for that. Love does not come to us every day.
men cities suffering
Become corrupt, corrupt, and you will cease to suffer!" This has been the cry of all cities to man...
promise forget easy
It is easy to promise, and alas! How easy to forget!
infinity helping spite
I cannot help it - in spite of myself, infinity torments me.
beautiful song tears
The most despairing songs are the most beautiful, and I know some immortal ones that are pure tears.
sadness sad-life sorrow
There is no worse sorrow than remembering happiness in the day of sorrow.