Alphonse de Lamartine

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It is in the habits of lawyers that every accusation appears insufficient if they do not exaggerate it even to calumny; it is thus that justice itself loses its sanctity and its respect amongst men.
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Collection: Men
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Private passions grow tired and wear themselves out; political passions, never.
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Collection: Passion
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France is revolutionary or she is nothing at all. The revolution of1789 is her political religion.
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Collection: Political
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But Nature too, shakes off her sleep today; By May's mild sun we see reviv'd her frame, Around my window Venus' birds proclaim, The month most cherish'd backwards bends his way!
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Collection: Sleep
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Soul of the universe, Sire, God, Creator, Lord, I believe in Thee, 'neath all these names: And without having need to hear thy word, In the sky's brow my glorious creed I trace.
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Collection: God
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History is neither more nor less than biography on a large scale.
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Collection: History
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Silence,--the applause of real and durable impressions.
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Collection: Real
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Sentiment is the poetry of the imagination.
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Collection: Imagination
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And when night, guiding her bright train of stars, Throws o'er the sleeping world her gloomy veil, Lonely amidst the desert and the darkness, Musing upon the night's calm majesty; Wrapt up in quietness, with shade and silence, My soul more closely worshippeth Thy presence; With an internal day I feel enlighten'd, And hear a voice, which biddeth me to hope.
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Collection: Lonely
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Love of country produces among men such examples as Cincinnatus, Alfred, Washington--pure, unselfish, symmetrical; among women, Vittoria Colonna, Madame Roland, Charlotte Corday, Jeanne Darc--romantic, devoted, marvelous.
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Collection: Country
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Shall not this bygone Eden that we knew In our Eternal Life have shape and hue? For where Time is not shall not all Time be? In that calm breast whereto our souls are cleaving Shall we not find our loved ones beyond grieving About the hearth-stone of Eternity?
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Collection: Heart
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Enthusiasm springs from the imagination, and self-sacrifice from the heart. Women are, therefore, more naturally heroic than men. All nations have in their annals some of these miracles of patriotism, of which woman is the instrument in the hands of God.
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Collection: Spring
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Too much I've seen, and felt, and lov'd in life, Living I come to seek Lethaean calm; Let me, fair scenes! forget all worldly strife, Oblivion solely is my bosom's balm.
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Collection: Too Much
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The photographer will never replace the painter; one is a man, the other a machine. Let us compare them no longer. (1848)
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Collection: Men
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The loss of a mother is always keenly felt, even if her health be such as to incapacitate her from taking an active part in the care of the family. She is the sweet rallying-point for affection, obedience, and a thousand tendernesses. Dreary the blank when she is withdrawn!
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Collection: Mother
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God - but a word invoked to explain the world.
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Collection: World
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Eternity is so certain and so terrible that a thousand lives would not suffice to prepare for it.
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Collection: Eternity
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Thou makest the man, O Sorrow!--yes, the whole man,--as the crucible gold.
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Collection: Men
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He, who can create, abhors destruction.
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Collection: Destruction
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Sad is his lot, who, once at least in his life, has not been a poet.
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Collection: Poetry
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...to kill animals for the purpose of feeding on their flesh is one of the most deplorable and shameful infirmities of the human state
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Collection: Animal
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I say to this night: "Pass more slowly"; and the dawn will come to dispel the night.
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Collection: Night
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Chance often gives us that which we should not have presumed to ask.
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Collection: Giving
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Poetry is the morning dream of great minds.
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Collection: Dream
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An artist should have more than two eyes.
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Collection: Art
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The impartiality of history is not that of the mirror, which merely reflects objects, but of the judge, who sees, listens, and decides.
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Collection: Mirrors
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Men are misers, and women prodigal, in affection.
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Collection: Women
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Treason, which begins by being cautious, ends by betraying itself.
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Collection: Ends
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At twenty every one is republican.
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Collection: Twenties
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It is because of the servility of photography that I am fundamentally contemptuous of this chance invention which will never be an art but which plagiarizes nature by means of optics. (1848)
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Collection: Photography
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Before this century shall run out, journalism will be the whole press. Mankind will write their book day by day, hour by hour, page by page. Thought will spread abroad with the rapidity of light--instantly conceived, instantly written, instantly understood at the extremities of the earth.
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Collection: Running
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Hence life, as through a cloud, for me I see Vanish, and to the past's dark shade 'tis chas'd; As a grand image love remains to me-- Sole remnant of a dream, by morn effac'd.
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Collection: Dream
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The People will not allow themselves to be changed into hogs by the Circes of Atheism. Their souls will flash indignation against their transformers. A day will come when they will see that they are impoverished under the pretext of being enriched; that, when they are robbed of their souls and of God, both their titles to liberty are stolen from them.
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Collection: People
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Man, man, is thy brother, and thy father is God.
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Collection: Brother
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After his blood, that which a man can next give out of himself is a tear.
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Collection: Men
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What mortal is there, over whose first joys and happiness does not break some storm, dispelling with its icy breath his fanciful illusions, and shattering his altar?
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Collection: Happiness
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Exquisite beauty resides rather in the female form than face, where it is also more lasting.
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Collection: Beauty
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True greatness is sovereign wisdom. We are never deceived by our virtues.
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Collection: Greatness
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We are earth's children, and life is the same in sap as in blood; all that the earth, our mother, feels and expresses to the eye by her form and aspect, in melancholy or in splendor, finds an echo within us.
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Collection: Mother
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Virginity is the poetry, not the reality, of life.
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Collection: Reality
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Philosophy is the rational expression of genius.
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Collection: Philosophy
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It is for truth that God created genius.
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Collection: Genius
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Yet, in these autumn days when Nature expires, Here, in these veiled scenes, I find more attractions; It is a friend's sad goodbye; it is the last smile From lips that death is going to close forever!
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Collection: Goodbye
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Newspapers will ultimately engross all literature.
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Collection: Literature
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Reading furnishes the mind only with materials of knowledge; it is thinking that makes what we read ours. I am the fellow citizen of every being that thinks; my country is Truth.
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Collection: Country
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I am persuaded that if the brutes even--if the dog, the horse, the ox, the elephant, the bird, could speak, they would confess, that, at the bottom of their nature, their instincts, their sensations, their obtuse intelligence, assisted by organs less perfect than ours, there is a clouded, secret sentiment of this existence of a superior and primordial Being, from whom all emanates, and to whom all returns.
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Collection: Dog
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Photography is better than art. It is a solar phenomenon in which the artist collaborates with the sun.
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Collection: Photography
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Esteem incites friendship, but not love; the former is the twin brother of Reverence; the latter is the child of Equality.
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Collection: Brother
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Man is born barbarous--he is ransomed from the condition of beasts only by being cultivated.
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Collection: Men