Born Friday 26 February 1802, died Friday 22 May 1885
Professions: Author, Dramatist, Novelist, Poet, Writer
One sometimes says: 'He killed himself because he was bored with life.' One ought rather to say: 'He killed himself because he was bored by lack of life.'
The three great problems of this century; the degradation of man in the proletariat, the subjection of women through hunger, the atrophy of the child by darkness.
Without vanity, without coquetry, without curiosity, in a word, without the fall, woman would not be woman. Much of her grace is in her frailty.
The little people must be sacred to the big ones, and it is from the rights of the weak that the duty of the strong is comprised.
The omnipotence of evil has never resulted in anything but fruitless efforts. Our thoughts always escape from whoever tries to smother them.
One of the hardest tasks is to extract continually from one's soul an almost inexhaustible ill will.
To think is of itself to be useful; it is always and in all cases a striving toward God.
Scepticism, that dry caries of the intelligence.
Pain is as diverse as man. One suffers as one can.
Strange to say, the luminous world is the invisible world; the luminous world is that which we do not see. Our eyes of flesh see only night.
The soul has illusions as the bird has wings: it is supported by them.
There have been in this century only one great man and one great thing: Napoleon and liberty. For want of the great man, let us have the great thing.
The ode lives upon the ideal, the epic upon the grandiose, the drama upon the real.
Idleness is the heaviest of all oppressions.
Stupidity talks, vanity acts.
The last resort of kings, the cannonball. The last resort of the people, the paving stone.
Rhyme, that enslaved queen, that supreme charm of our poetry, that creator of our meter.
The flesh is the surface of the unknown.
Taste is the common sense of genius.
Style is the substance of the subject called unceasingly to the surface.