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
children men competition
A child motivated by competitive ideals will grow into a man without conscience, shame, or true dignity.
thinking misunderstood want
... when we are misunderstood it is always our own fault. What the reader wants most of all is to be able to grasp what we think; but you loftily refuse to comply.
ambition mad done
My strength has not equaled my mad ambition. I have remained obscure; I have done worse -- I have touched success, and allowed it to escape me.
regret struggle heart
Once my heart was captured, reason was shown the door, deliberately and with a sort of frantic joy. I accepted everything, I believed everything, without struggle, without suffering, without regret, without false shame. How can one blush for what one adores?
stupid people mind
If people were not wicked I should not mind their being stupid; but, to our misfortune, they are both.
believe i-believe mortal-sin
I say, I believe, that one must love with all of one's being...
cells roaming genius
Genius, whether locked up in a cell or roaming at large, is always solitary ...
exercise brain tools
The brain is a tool that gets rusty without constant, albeit moderate, exercise.
sex serious creation
Sex is the most respectable and holy thing in all creation, the most serious act in life.
sacrifice mind earth
And I refused to make any sacrifices; for nothing on earth seemed more valuable than my peace of mind, my pleasure and my acclaim.
art light vocation
The artist vocation is to send light into the human heart.
lucky masterpiece
Masterpieces are only lucky attempts.
heart affliction life-is
Life is a succession of afflictions for the heart.
cutting heaven patterns
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?