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 More Quotes by Alfred de Musset More Quotes From Alfred de Musset I don't know where my road is going, but I know that I walk better when I hold your hand. Alfred de Musset walks knows hands With a kiss let us set out for an unknown world. Alfred de Musset unknown-worlds hug kissing Life is a sleep, love is a dream; and you have lived if you have loved. Alfred de Musset dream sleep love The only truth is love beyond reason. Alfred de Musset truth-is reason love-is ... 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 sometimes love looks The only true language in the world is a kiss. Alfred de Musset kissing love world 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 intelligence triumph perfection Take time as it comes, the wind as it blows, woman as she is. Alfred de Musset time attitude inspirational Few persons enjoy real liberty; we are all slaves to ideas or habits. Alfred de Musset liberty real ideas How glorious it is - and also how painful - to be an exception. Alfred de Musset pain humorous wisdom Alas, everything that men say to one another is alike; the ideas they exchange are almost always the same, in their conversation. But inside all those isolated machines, what hidden recesses, what secret compartments! It is an entire world that each one carries within him, an unknown world that is born and dies in silence! What solitudes all these human bodies are! Alfred de Musset unknown-worlds men ideas In my flowery dreams there's always you. I do not regret it one bit. Alfred de Musset bits regret dream The mouth keeps silent to hear the heart speak. Alfred de Musset silence mouths heart The glass I drink from is not large, but at least it is my own. Alfred de Musset originality drink glasses life is a deep sleep of which love is the dream Alfred de Musset dream sleep love-is Great artists have no country. Alfred de Musset artist life country Doubt, if you will, the being who loves you, Alfred de Musset doubt dog love-you Memory is what makes us young or old. Alfred de Musset young memories Any cigar smoker is a friend, because I know how he feels. Alfred de Musset cigar know-how feels Romanticism is the abuse of adjectives Alfred de Musset romanticism adjectives abuse
