Our true passions are selfish. Stendhal More Quotes by Stendhal More Quotes From Stendhal The shepherd always tries to persuade the sheep that their interests and his own are the same. Stendhal motivationleadershippeace One can acquire everything in solitude except character. Stendhal communitysolitudecharacter Life is very short, and it ought not to be spent crawling at the feet of miserable scoundrels. Stendhal miserablelife-isfeet The sight of anything extremely beautiful, in nature or in art, brings back the memory of what one loves, with the speed of lightning. Stendhal beautifulmemoriesart A woman of generous character will sacrifice her life a thousand times over for her lover, but will break with him for ever over a question of pride. Stendhal sacrificepridecharacter Beauty is nothing other than the promise of happiness. Stendhal promise A very small degree of hope is sufficient to cause the birth of love. Stendhal valentines-daypositivelove Every true passion thinks only of itself. Stendhal very-truepassionthinking Love is like fever; it comes and goes without the will having any part of the process. Stendhal feverprocesslove The idea which tyrants find most useful is the idea of God. Stendhal tyrantsideas The more one pleases everybody, the less one pleases profoundly. Stendhal please A good book is an event in my life. Stendhal eventswritingbook Only great minds can afford a simple style. Stendhal simplicityfashionsimple A novel is like a bow, and the violin that produces the sound is the reader's soul. Stendhal soulsoundwriting Every great action is extreme when it is undertaken. Only after it has been accomplished does it seem possible to those creatures of more common stuff. Stendhal deedsdoestuff All religions are founded on the fear of the many and the cleverness of the few. Stendhal atheistfearreligion Logic is neither an art nor a science but a dodge. Stendhal dodgescienceart If you want to be witty, work on your character and say what you think on every occasion. Stendhal wittycharacterthinking A novel is a mirror which passes over a highway. Sometimes it reflects to your eyes the blue of the skies, at others the churned-up mud of the road. Stendhal mirrorseyeblue When you want to court a woman, court her sister first Stendhal courtwantfirsts
