Top 66 Musset Quotes
#1. Master Alfred de Musset says great artists have no country. They have also no world! They belong to the space, to the universe, to anything infinite!
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#2. If love is a play, this play, as old as the world, fiasco or not, it is, all in all, the least bad thing that has so far been found. The roles are trite, I admit, but if the play had no value the whole universe wouldn't know it by heart
Alfred De Musset
#5. Things they don't understand always cause a sensation among the English.
Alfred De Musset
#8. The heart that once has been your shrine for other loves is too divine
Alfred De Musset
#9. Life is a sleep, love is a dream; and you have lived if you have loved.
Alfred De Musset
#10. Repartee is altogether a natural endowment, and is the lightning of the mind.
Alfred De Musset
#11. The soft contralto notes of a woman's voice are born in the immediate region of the heart.
Alfred De Musset
#12. Hast thou found out, Voltaire, that it is bliss to die,
And does thy hideous smile over thy bleached bones fly?
Alfred De Musset
#14. As all the perfumes of the vanished dayRise from the earth still moistened with the dewSo from my chastened soul beneath thy rayOld love is born anew.
Alfred De Musset
#16. Taxes are a universal burden in moral as well as in civil life. There is not a pleasure, social or otherwise, which is not assessed by fate at its full value!
Alfred De Musset
#17. Each memorable verse of a true poet has two or three times the written content.
Alfred De Musset
#18. The blood of my motherland waters a magic plant that cures all ills. That plant is art, and sometimes art needs corruption as a kind of fertilizer
Alfred De Musset
#19. Take time as it comes, the wind as it blows, woman as she is.
Alfred De Musset
#21. My heart, still full of her,
traveled over her face, and found her there no more ...
I had thought to myself that a woman unknown
had adopted by chance that voice and those eyes
and I let the chilly statue pass
looking athe skies
Alfred De Musset
#24. What I need is a woman who is something, anything: either very beautiful or very kind or in the last resort very wicked; very witty or very stupid, but something.
Alfred De Musset
#26. Your name, merely your name, floods my brain to a point of sweet disgust.
Alfred De Musset
#27. Doubt, if you will, the being who loves you,
Woman or dog, but never doubt love itself.
Alfred De Musset
#28. Is is true that dictators never dream because they can change their smallest fantasies into realities if they want to?
Alfred De Musset
#29. Oh! my friend, when you feel bursting on your lips the vow of eternal love, do not be afraid to yield, but do not confound wine with intoxication; do not think the cup divine because the draft is of celestial flavor; do not be astonished to find it broken and empty in the evening.
Alfred De Musset
#30. Any cigar smoker is a friend, because I know how he feels.
Alfred De Musset
#31. I don't know where my road is going, but I know that I walk better when I hold your hand.
Alfred De Musset
#32. Know that there is often hidden in us a dormant poet, always young and alive.
Alfred De Musset
#33. Become corrupt, corrupt, and you will cease to suffer! This has been the cry of all cities to man ...
Alfred De Musset
#34. A lively retrospect summons back to us once more our youth, with vivid reflex of its early joys and unstained pleasures.
Alfred De Musset
#35. Few persons enjoy real liberty; we are all slaves to ideas or habits.
Alfred De Musset
#36. He, that same man, after having abandoned her, finds her after a night of orgie, pale and leaden, forever lost, with hunger on her lips and prostitution in her heart.
Alfred De Musset
#38. Then came upon a world in ruins an anxious youth. The children were drops of burning blood which had inundated the earth; they were born in the bosom of war, for war. For fifteen years they had dreamed of the snows of Moscow and of the sun of the Pyramids.
Alfred De Musset
#39. I cannot help it - in spite of myself, infinity torments me.
Alfred De Musset
#40. I deeply wished I could make the stars all come down and breathe them; disappear in them
Alfred De Musset
#43. The most despairing songs are the most beautiful, and I know some immortal ones that are pure tears.
Alfred De Musset
#44. Perfection does not exist; to understand it is the triumph of human intelligence; to expect to possess it is the most dangerous kind of madness.
Alfred De Musset
#45. The life of a devotee is a crusade of which the heart is the Holy Land.
Alfred De Musset
#47. But one loves, and when one is on the brink of death, one turns around to look backward, and one says to oneself: I have often suffered, I have sometimes been wrong, but I have loved.
Alfred De Musset
#48. In my flowery dreams there's always you. I do not regret it one bit.
Alfred De Musset
#49. Partake of love as a temperate man partakes of wine; do not become intoxicated.
Alfred De Musset
#50. A happy memory is perhaps on this earth truer than happiness itself.
Alfred De Musset
#51. Look at the sun! It's dry, it's dead, it needs a drink, it wants blood! And I'll give it blood!
Alfred De Musset
#52. Experience is the name men give to their follies or their sorrows.
Alfred De Musset
#53. [I]f you are truly a man, sure of yourself and confident of your strength, you may taste of life without fear and without reserve; you may be sad or joyous, deceived or respected; but be sure you are loved, for what matters the rest?
Alfred De Musset
#57. The glass I drink from is not large, but at least it is my own.
Alfred De Musset
#58. The most disagreeable thing that your worst enemy says to your face does not approach what your best friends say behind your back.
Alfred De Musset
#60. Vanity and dignity are incompatible with each other; vain women are almost sure to be vulnerable.
Alfred De Musset
#61. The fumes of wine fermented in my head; it was one of those moments of intoxication when all that ones sees and hears, speaks to one of the adored ... One would willingly embrace all who smile, and one feels that he is brother of all who live.
Alfred De Musset
#62. What a frightful weapon is human thought! It is our defense and our safeguard, the most precious gift that God has made us. It is ours and it obeys us; we may launch it forth into space, but, once outside of our feeble brains, it is gone; we can no longer control it.
Alfred De Musset
#66. There is no worse sorrow than remembering happiness in the day of sorrow.
Alfred De Musset
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