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
half heroic
a woman, when she is heroic, is not heroic by halves.
trouble fretting
fretting at trouble only doubles it.
novel happens
Travelling is like a novel: it's what happens that counts.
admiration stranger aeroplanes
Admiration and familiarity are strangers.
suffering cups drink
we do not die of anguish, we live on. We continue to suffer. We drink the cup drop by drop.
upset mind succeed
I needn't tell you that success and failure prove nothing - the whole thing is a lottery. It's pleasant to succeed; but for a philosophic mind it oughtn't to be very upsetting to fail.
stupid doubt world
Ever since time began the world has seemed stupid to those who aren't stupid themselves. It was to avoid that annoyance that I became stupid myself, as fast as ever I could. Sheer egoism, no doubt.
sorrow very-good
Sorrow makes us very good or very bad.
littles towns plague
Gossiping is the plague of little towns.
sex men mind
There is only one sex. A man and a woman are so entirely the same thing that one can scarcely understand the subtle reasons for sex distinctions with which our minds are filled.
work
Our work can never be better than we are ourselves.
book results publication
The publication of a book only brings very paltry results to its author.
artist fishing goal
... everyone's free to embark on either a great clipper or a little fishing boat. An artist is an explorer who oughtn't to shrink from anything: it doesn't matter whether he goes to the left or the right -- his goal sanctifies all.
life intellectual coins
Faith is an excitement and an enthusiasm: it is a condition of intellectual magnificence to which we must cling as to a treasure, and not squander on our way through life in the small coin of empty words, or in exact and priggish argument.