Alphonse de Lamartine
Alphonse Marie Louise Prat de Lamartine (Alphonse-Marie-Louis de Prat de Lamartine) (October 21, 1790 - February 28, 1869) was a French writer, poet, and politician.
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- O time, arrest your flight! and you, propitious hours, arrest your course! Let us savor the fleeting delights of our most beautiful days!
- The Lake, st. 6 (1820)
- I say to this night: "Pass more slowly"; and the dawn will come to dispel the night.
- The Lake, st. 8 (1820)
- Let us love the passing hour, let us hurry up and enjoy our time.
- The Lake, st. 9 (1820)
- Love alone was left, as a great image of a dream that was erased.
- The Valley, st. 9 (1820)
- Limited in his nature, infinite in his desires, man is a fallen god who remembers the heavens.
- Méditations Poétiques, Sermon 2 (1820)
- What is our life but a succession of preludes to that unknown song whose first solemn note is sounded by death?
- Méditations Poétiques, Second series, Sermon 15 (1820)
- Experience is the only prophesy of wise men.
- Speech at Mâcon (1847)
- To love for the sake of being loved is human, but to love for the sake of loving is angelic.
- Graziella, Pt. IV, ch. 5 (1849)
- The more I see of the representatives of the people, the more I admire my dogs.
- From Count d'Orsay's Letter to John Forster (1850)
- Sometimes, only one person is missing, and the whole world seems depopulated.
- "L'Isolement", Méditations Poétiques (1820)
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- A conscience without God is like a court without a judge.
- Grief knits two hearts in closer bonds than happiness ever can; and common sufferings are far stronger links than common joys.
- If one had but a single glance to give the world, one should gaze on Istanbul.
- Private passions tire and exhaust themselves, public ones never.
- Providence conceals itself in the details of human affairs, but becomes unveiled in the generalities of history.
- There is a woman at the begining of all great things.
- Our only truth is our sorrow.
- What crime have we commited in order to be born?
- God is nothing but a dream word, in order to explain the existence of the world.
- I am tired of museums - these cemeteries of art.