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
sublime storm genius
The life of great geniuses is nothing but a sublime storm.
religion force built
No religion can be built on force.
hands ties body
You can bind my body, tie my hands, govern my actions: you are the strongest, and society adds to your power; but with my will, sir, you can do nothing.
sacrifice self virtue
There is but on virtue--the eternal sacrifice of self.
powerful writing men
The most honest of men is the one who thinks and acts best, but the most powerful is the one who writes and speaks best.
heart love-and-friendship and-love
Fame and admiration weigh not a feather in the scale against friendship and love, for the heart languishes all the same.
glory pipe smoke
The smoke of glory is not worth the smoke of a pipe.
weed heart errors
Weeds are omnipresent; errors are to be found in the heart of the most lovable.
chance discouragement
Discouragement seizes us only when we can no longer count on chance.
stupid believe law
You, stupid one, who believe in laws which punish murder by murder ...
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?