Occupation: Writer Birth: October 21, 1790 Death: February 28, 1869
To love for the sake of being loved is human, but to love for the sake of loving is angelic..
Sentiment is the poetry of the imagination..
The attractiveness that exists to man in the very helplessness of woman is scarcely realized..
Music is the literature of the heart; it commences where speech ends..
Modesty and dew love the shade..
All our tastes are but reminiscences..
Providence conceals itself in the details of human affairs, but becomes unveiled in the generalities of history..
France is revolutionary or she is nothing at all. The revolution of1789 is her political religion..
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 ….
Limited in his nature, infinite in his desires, man is a fallen god who remembers the heavens..
Exquisite beauty resides rather in the female form than face, where it is also more lasting..
Friendship, sweet-resting place of the soul, the gloaming wherein our hearts find peace..
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. S….
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 itsel….
Private passions grow tired and wear themselves out; political passions, never..
Void of freedom, what would virtue be?.
Kindness is virtue itself..
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….
History is neither more nor less than biography on a large scale..
Republicanism and ignorance are in bitter antagonism..
Grief knits two hearts in closer bonds than happiness ever can; and common sufferings are far stronger links than common joys..