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C.N. Douglas, comp. Forty Thousand Quotations: Prose and Poetical. 1917.

George Sand

A sweet voice, a little indistinct and muffled, which caresses and does not thrill; an utterance which glides on without emphasis, and lays stress only on what is deeply felt.

Admiration and familiarity are strangers.

Be prudent, and if you hear***some insult or some threat***have the appearance of not hearing it.

Discouragement seizes us only when we can no longer count on chance.

Fame and admiration weigh not a feather in the scale against friendship and love, for the heart languishes all the same.

Learned women are ridiculed because they put to shame unlearned men.

Love without reverence and enthusiasm is only friendship.

Lying, like license, has its degrees.

O heart! love is thy bane and thy antidote.

The beauty that addresses itself to the eyes is only the spell of the moment: the eye of the body is not always that of the soul.

The life of great geniuses is nothing but a sublime storm.

The smoke of glory is not worth the smoke of a pipe.

There are no greater prudes than those women who have some secret to hide.

There is but one virtue—the eternal sacrifice of self.

To forgive a fault in another is more sublime than to be faultless one’s self.

Vanity is the quicksand of reason.

Weakness is oftentimes so palpable as to be equivalent to wickedness.

Weeds are omnipresent; errors are to be found in the heart of the most lovable.