What a frightful weapon is human thought! It is our defense and our safeguard, the most precious gift that God has made us. It is ours and it obeys us; we may launch it forth into space, but, once outside of our feeble brains, it is gone; we can no longer control it.

Alfred de Musset

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I don't know where my road is going, but I know that I walk bette... by 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. by Alfred de Musset

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... by Alfred de Musset

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. by Alfred de Musset

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. by Alfred de Musset

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. by Alfred de Musset

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 hab... by Alfred de Musset

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. by Alfred de Musset

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 b... by Alfred de Musset

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. by Alfred de Musset

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. by Alfred de Musset

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 by Alfred de Musset

life is a deep sleep of which love is the dream

Alfred de Musset

dream sleep love-is

Great artists have no country. by Alfred de Musset

Great artists have no country.

Alfred de Musset

artist life country

Doubt, if you will, the being who loves you, by Alfred de Musset

Doubt, if you will, the being who loves you,

Alfred de Musset

doubt dog love-you

Memory is what makes us young or old. by Alfred de Musset

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. by Alfred de Musset

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 by Alfred de Musset

Romanticism is the abuse of adjectives

Alfred de Musset

romanticism adjectives abuse