To contest an author's right to create a poetic or realistic work is to want to force him to change his temperament, challenge his originality, refuse to allow him to use the eye and the intelligence nature has given him. Guy de Maupassant More Quotes by Guy de Maupassant More Quotes From Guy de Maupassant I entered literary life as a meteor, and I shall leave it like a thunderbolt. Guy de Maupassant thunderbolts meteors We live always under the weight of the old and odious customs... of our barbarous ancestors. Guy de Maupassant ancestor politics weight Every government has as much of a duty to avoid war as a ship's captain has to avoid a shipwreck. Guy de Maupassant government war peace Since governments take the right of death over their people, it is not astonishing if the people should sometimes take the right of death over governments. Guy de Maupassant politics government people The great artists are those who impose their personal vision upon humanity. Guy de Maupassant humanity history art How weak our mind is; how quickly it is terrified and unbalanced as soon as we are confronted with a small, incomprehensible fact. Instead of dismissing the problem with: "We do not understand because we cannot find the cause," we immediately imagine terrible mysteries and supernatural powers. Guy de Maupassant causes mind facts You've never lived until you've almost died. For those who have fought for it, life has a flavor the protected shall never know. Guy de Maupassant protected flavor soldier breathing, sleeping, drinking, eating, working, dreaming, everything we do is dying. to live, in fact, is to die. Guy de Maupassant drinking dream sleep I have seen mad people, and I have known some who were quite intelligent, lucid, even clear-sighted in every concern of life, except on one point. They could speak clearly, readily, profoundly on everything; till their thoughts were caught in the breakers of their delusions and went to pieces there, were dispersed and swamped in that furious and terrible sea of fogs and squalls which is called MADNESS. Guy de Maupassant fog intelligent sea There is only one good thing in life, and that is love. Guy de Maupassant good-things-in-life things-in-life good-things Everything is false, everything is possible, everything is doubtful. Guy de Maupassant doubtful doubt We breathe love as we breathe air; we hold it in ourselves as we hold our thoughts. Nothing more exists for us. Guy de Maupassant our-thoughts breathe air It is better to be unhappy in love than unhappy in marriage, but some people manage to be both. Guy de Maupassant unhappy-marriage unhappy people She was a sweet girl but not really pretty, a rough sketch of a woman with a little of everything in her, one of those silhouettes which artists draw in three strokes on the tablecloth in a café after dinner, between a glass of brandy and a cigarette. Nature sometimes turns out creatures like that. Guy de Maupassant girl artist sweet I have coveted everything and taken pleasure in nothing Guy de Maupassant pleasure taken The bed comprehends our whole life, for we were born in it, we live in it, and we shall die in it Guy de Maupassant whole-life born bed I know nothing more enjoyable than that happy-go-lucky wandering life, in which you are perfectly free; without shackles of any kind, without care, without preoccupation, without thought even of to-morrow. You go in any direction you please, without any guide save your fancy. Guy de Maupassant care lucky life The kiss itself is immortal. It travels from lip to lip, century to century, from age to age. Men and women garner these kisses, offer them to others and then die in turn. Guy de Maupassant kissing age men The simplest of women are wonderful liars who can extricate themselves from the most difficult dilemmas with a skill bordering on genius. Guy de Maupassant skills liars lying We breathe, sleep, drink, eat, work and then die! The end of life is death. What do you long for? Love? A few kisses and you will be powerless. Money? What for? To gratify your desires. Glory? What coems after it all? Death! Death alone is certain. Guy de Maupassant kissing sleep long
