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All men are liars, fickle, chatterers, hypocrites, proud or cowardly, despicable, sensual ; all women faithless, tricky, vain, inquisitive, and depra… - Alfred de Musset
" "All men are liars, fickle, chatterers, hypocrites, proud or cowardly, despicable, sensual ; all women faithless, tricky, vain, inquisitive, and depraved. The world is only a bottomless cesspool, where the most shapeless sea-beasts climb and writhe on mountains of slime. But there is in the world a thing holy and sublime — the union of two of these beings, imperfect and frightful as they are. One is often deceived in love, often wounded, often unhappy ; but one loves, and on the brink of the grave one turns to look back and says : I have suffered often, sometimes I have been mistaken, but I have loved. It is I who have lived, and not a spurious being bred of my pride and my sorrow
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About Alfred de Musset
Alfred Louis Charles de Musset-Pathay (11 December 1810 – 2 May 1857) was a French dramatist, poet, and novelist. Along with his poetry, he is known for writing the autobiographical novel La Confession d'un enfant du siècle (The Confession of a Child of the Century).
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Alfred Louis Charles de Musset-Pathay
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Alfred Louis Charles de Musset
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Se voir le plus possible et s'aimer seulement,
Sans ruse et sans détours, sans honte ni mensonge,
Sans qu'un désir nous trompe, ou qu'un remords nous ronge,
Vivre à deux et donner son cœur à tout moment;
Respecter sa pensée aussi loin qu'on y plonge,
Faire de son amour un jour au lieu d'un songe,
Et dans cette clarté respirer librement,
Ainsi respirait Laure et chantait son amant.
Vous dont chaque pas touche à la grâce suprême,
C'est vous, la tête en fleurs qu'on croirait sans souci,
C’est vous qui me disiez qu'il faut aimer ainsi.
Et c'est moi, vieil enfant du doute et du blasphème,
Qui vous écoute, et pense, et vous réponds ceci
Oui, l'on vit autrement, mais c'est ainsi qu'on aime
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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!
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