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
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.
beautiful song tears
The most despairing songs are the most beautiful, and I know some immortal ones that are pure tears.
beautiful witty stupid
What I need is a woman who is something, anything: either very beautiful or very kind or in the last resort very wicked; very witty or very stupid, but something.
love beautiful real
I see that you believe in love such as the poets and romancers have represented... The poets represent love as the sculptors design beauty, as the musicians create melody; that is to say, endowed with an exquisite nervous organization, they gather up with discerning ardor the purest elements of life, the most beautiful lines of matter, and the most harmonious voices of nature.... To try to find in real life such love as this, eternal and absolute, is the same thing as to seek on the public squares such a woman as Venus or to expect nightingales to sing the symphonies of Beethoven.
cost
The costliest women are the ones who cost nothing.
discovery disgrace synonym
Disgrace is the synonym of discovery.
heart land devotion
The life of a devotee is a crusade of which the heart is the Holy Land.
alive poet young
Know that there is often hidden in us a dormant poet, always young and alive.
dream reality want
Is is true that dictators never dream because they can change their smallest fantasies into realities if they want to?
space brain gone
What a frightful weapon is human thought! It is our defense and our safeguard, the most precious gift that God has made us. It is ours and it obeys us; we may launch it forth into space, but, once outside of our feeble brains, it is gone; we can no longer control it.
christianity emperor ruined
Christianity ruined emperors, but saved peoples.
past curiosity world
The apartments of the rich are cabinets of curiosities: a conglomeration of classical antiquity, gothic, renaissance; Louis XIII... Something from every century but our own, a predicament that has arisen in no other period... so that we seem to be subsisting on the ruins of the past, as if the end of the world were near.
stars down-and breathe
I deeply wished I could make the stars all come down and breathe them; disappear in them
mind lightning natural
Repartee is altogether a natural endowment, and is the lightning of the mind.