Alfred de Vigny Quotes
Greatness is the dream of youth realized in old age.
See to it that your soul achieves.
History is a novel whose author is the people.
We have resolved to be happy in our own way
Clamour can be stifled, but how avenge oneself on silence?
Every man has seen the wall that limits his mind.
Actors are lucky, they have glory without responsibility.
Art ought never to be considered except in its relations with its ideal beauty.
A calm despair, without angry convulsions or reproaches directed at heaven, is the essence of wisdom.
A book is a bottle thrown into the sea on which this label should be attached: Catch as catch can.
The soldier's lot is the most melancholy relic of barbarism (next to capital punishment) that lingers on among mankind.
But it is the province of religion, of philosophy, of pure poetry only, to go beyond life, beyond time, into eternity.
Happy is he who does not outlive his youth and his illusions, and who carries his treasures with him to the grave!.
No writer, no matter how gifted, immortalizes himself unless he has crystallized into expressive and original phrase the eternal sentiments and yearnings of the human heart.
Just as we descend into our consciences to judge of actions which our minds can not weigh, can we not also search in ourselves for the feeling which gives birth to forms of thought, always vague and cloudy?
The acts of the human race on the world's stage have doubtless a coherent unity, but the meaning of the vast tragedy enacted will be visible only to the eye of God, until the end, which will reveal it perhaps to the last man.
I love the sounding horn, of an eve, deep within the woods,
Whether it sings the plaints of the threatened doe
Or the hunter’s retreat but faintly echoed
That the north wind carries from leaf to leaf.
"Yes, I will go, while the clouds are still dark above us. Farewell, sweet soul; in my hour of danger I will invoke thee as a guardian angel. Love has infused the burning poison of ambition into my soul, and for the first time I feel that ambition may be ennobled by its aim. Farewell! I go to accomplish my destiny."
"And forget not mine."
"Can they ever be separated?"
"Never!" exclaimed Marie, "but by death."
