HENRI-FREDERIC AMIEL QUOTES II

Swiss philosopher, poet & critic (1821-1881)

What doctor possesses such curative resources as those latent in a spark of happiness or a single ray of hope?

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At bottom there is but one subject of study: the forms and metamorphoses of mind. All other subjects may be reduced to that; all other studies bring us back to this study.

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It would have been a joy to me to be smiled upon, loved, encouraged, welcomed, and to obtain what I was so ready to give, kindness and goodwill. But to hunt down consideration and reputation -- to force the esteem of others -- seemed to me an effort unworthy of myself, almost a degradation.

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As it is impossible to be outside God, the best is consciously to dwell in Him.

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The spirit of sarcasm lives and thrives in the midst of universal wreck; its balls are enchanted and itself invulnerable, and it braves retaliations and reprisals because itself is a mere flash, a bodiless and magical nothing.

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Time is the supreme illusion. It is but the inner prism by which we decompose being and life, the mode under which we perceive successively what is simultaneous in idea.

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The germs of all things are in every heart, and the greatest criminals as well as the greatest heroes are but different modes of ourselves.

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Truth is the secret of eloquence and of virtue, the basis of moral authority; it is the highest summit of art and of life.

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The history of man is essentially zoological; it becomes human late in the day, and then only in the beautiful souls, the souls alive to justice, goodness, enthusiasm, and devotion. The angel shows itself rarely and with difficulty through the highly-organized brute.

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A musical theme once exhausted, finds its due refuge and repose in silence.

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Our life is nothing, it is true, but our life is divine. A breath of nature annihilates us, but we surpass nature in penetrating far beyond her vast phantasmagoria to the changeless and the eternal.

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The art which is grand and yet simple is that which presupposes the greatest elevation both in artist and in public.

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To shun one's cross is to make it heavier.

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Our systems, perhaps, are nothing more than an unconscious apology for our faults--a gigantic scaffolding whose object is to hide from us our favorite sin.

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The tragic solemnity of existence strikes us with terrible force on that morning when we wake to find the mournful words "too late" ringing in our ears.

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Each man enters into God so much as God enters into him.

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I am a spectator, so to speak, of the molecular whirlwind which men call individual life; I am conscious of an incessant metamorphosis, an irresistible movement of existence, which is going on within me -- and this phenomenology of myself serves as a window opened upon the mystery of the world.

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Great men are the true men, the men in whom Nature has succeeded. They are not extraordinary--they are in the true order. It is the other species of men who are not what they ought to be.

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Nothing finite is true, is interesting, is worthy to fix my attention. All that is particular is exclusive, and all that is exclusive repels me.

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The musician of the present day, not being able to give us what is beautiful, torments himself to give us what is new.

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