George Sand
George Sand
Amantine-Lucile-Aurore Dupin, best known by her pseudonym George Sand, was a French novelist and memoirist. She is equally well known for her much publicized romantic affairs with a number of artists, including Polish-French composer and pianist Frédéric Chopin and the writer Alfred de Musset...
NationalityFrench
ProfessionMemoirist
Date of Birth1 July 1804
CityParis, France
CountryFrance
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A man is not a wall, whose stones are crushed upon the road; or a pipe, whose fragments are thrown away at a street corner. The fragments of an intellect are always good.
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Work is not man's punishment. It is his reward and his strength and his pleasure.
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Humanity is outraged in me and with me. We must not dissimulate nor try to forget this indignation, which is one of the most passionate forms of love.
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Simplicity is the most difficult thing to secure in this world; it is the last limit of experience and the last effort of genius.
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Ah! that Senate is a world of ice and darkness! It votes the destruction of peoples as the simplest and wisest thing; for its members themselves are moribund.
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Life resembles a novel more often than novels resemble life.
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Life in common among people who love each other is the ideal of happiness.
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I have an object, a task, let me say the word, a passion. The profession of writing is a violent and almost indestructible one.
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I would rather believe that God did not exist than believe that he was indifferent.
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The intellect seeks, the heart finds.
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It is love, not faith, that moves mountains.
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Charity degrades those who receive it and hardens those who dispense it.
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We must love stupid people better than ourselves; are they not the really unfortunate ones of this world? Do not people without taste and without ideal grow constantly weary, rejoicing in nothing, and being quite useless here below?
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We cannot tear out a single page of our life, but we can throw the whole book in the fire.