Edmond de Goncourt
Edmond de Goncourt
Edmond de Goncourt, born Edmond Louis Antoine Huot de Goncourt, was a French writer, literary critic, art critic, book publisher and the founder of the Académie Goncourt...
NationalityFrench
ProfessionWriter
Date of Birth26 May 1822
CountryFrance
laughter laughing mind
Laughter is the mind's intonation. There are ways of laughing which have the sound of counterfeit coins.
children class ordinary
Princes enjoy themselves like children in the company of ordinary human beings.
beauty art eye
Lord Byron is an exceedingly interesting person, and as such is it not to be regretted that he is a slave to the vilest and most vulgar prejudices, and as mad as the winds? There have been many definitions of beauty in art. What is it? Beauty is what the untrained eyes consider abominable.
novel could-have-been has-beens
History is a novel that has been lived, a novel is history that could have been.
health men sickness
Sickness sensitizes man for observation, like a photographic plate.
simple civilization fairy-stories
People don't like the true and simple; they like fairy tales and humbug.
beauty art eye
There have been many definitions of beauty in art. What is it? Beauty is what the untrained eyes consider abominable.
statistics firsts
Statistics is the first of the inexact sciences.
honest individual crooked
The English are crooked as a nation and honest as individuals. The contrary is true of the French, who are honest as a nation and crooked as individuals.
memories book men
One of the proud joys of the man of letters --if that man of letters is an artist is to feel within himself the power to immortalize at will anything he chooses to immortalize. Insignificant though he may be, he is conscious of possessing a creative divinity. God creates lives; the man of imagination creates fictional lives which may make a profound and as it were more living impression on the world's memory.
art museums world
A painting in a museum hears more ridiculous opinions than anything else in the world.
art stupid museums
Surely nothing has to listen to so many stupid remarks as a painting in a museum.
love life sad
Today I begin to understand what love must be, if it exists... When we are parted, we each feel the lack of the other half of ourselves. We are incomplete like a book in two volumes of which the first has been lost. That is what I imagine love to be: incompleteness in absence.
stars men poetry
A poet is a man who puts up a ladder to a star and climbs it while playing a violin.