Alfred de Musset

"As all the perfumes of the vanished day Rise from the earth still moistened with the dew So from my chastened soul beneath thy ray Old love is born anew."

"For us, a sorrowful generation consumed by visions and insulted by his angelic sloth, Musset is fourteen times worse! O the tedious tales and proverbs! O his Nuits! His Rolla, Namouna, La Coupe. It’s all so French, which is to say unbearable to the nth degree; French, but not Parisian. Another work by that odious genius who inspired Rabelais, Voltaire and Jean La Fontaine, with notes by M. Taine! How vernal, Musset’s mind! And how delightful, his love! Like paint on enamel, his dense poetry! We will savor French poetry endlessly, in France. Every grocer’s son can reel off something Rollaesque, every seminarian has five hundred rhymes hidden in his notebook. At fifteen, these passionate impulses give boys boners; at sixteen, they’ve already resolved to recite their lines with feeling; at eighteen, even seventeen, every schoolboy who can write a Rolla, does—and they all do! Some may even still die from it. Musset couldn’t do anything: there were visions behind the gauze curtains: he closed his eyes. French, half-dead, dragged from tavern to schooldesk, the beautiful corpse has died, and, ever since, we needn’t waste our time trying to rouse him with our abominations!"

"The apartments of the rich are cabinets of curiosities: a conglomeration of classical antiquity, gothic, renaissance; Louis XIII... Something from every century but our own, a predicament that has arisen in no other period... so that we seem to be subsisting on the ruins of the past, as if the end of the world were near."

"Je ne puis;—malgré moi l'infini me tourmente."

"Great artists have no country."

"Große Künstler haben kein Vaterland."

"Der Mensch ein Lehrling ist, der Schmerz sein wahrer Meister,// Und keinem wird Erkenntnis, so er nicht gelitten."

"Indem man sich beklagt, tröstet man sich."

"Ich kam zu spät in eine schon zu alte Welt."

"Den Weg des Vaters wird dereinst das Kind auch gehn."

"Düfte haben mehr als eine Ähnlichkeit mit der Liebe, und manche Leute glauben sogar, die Liebe sei selbst nur ein Duft; wahr ist, daß die Blume, der sie entströmt, die schönste der Schöpfung ist."