Degeneration in the Great French Masters: Rousseau--Chateaubriand--Balzac--Stendhal--Sand--Musset--Baudelaire--Flaubert--Verlaine--Zola

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T.F. Unwin, limited, 1922 - 230 pages
This volume contains a critical essay on the literature of George Sand, as well as other French authors.
 

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Page 107 - And I find more bitter than death the woman, whose heart is snares and nets, and her hands as bands: whoso pleaseth God shall escape from her; but the sinner shall be taken by her.
Page 62 - It is better to go to the house of mourning, than to go to the house of feasting: for that is the end of all men; and the living will lay it to his heart. Sorrow is better than laughter: for by the sadness of the countenance the heart is made better.
Page 62 - One generation passeth away, and another generation cometh : but the earth abideth for ever.
Page 63 - All the rivers run into the sea; yet the sea is not full; unto the place from whence the rivers come, thither they return again.
Page 62 - Vanity of vanities, saith the Preacher, vanity of vanities; all is vanity. What profit hath a man of all his labour which he taketh under the sun?
Page 191 - Tanto , che l' ombra del beato regno Segnata nel mio capo io manifesti , Venir vedràrai al tuo diletto legno , E coronarmi allor di quelle foglie , Che la materia
Page xvii - bad master," a source of degeneration, I mean one who, gifted with the power to seduce men by the charm and wealth of his imagination, by his skill in weaving harmonious and captivating phrases, instead of urging himself toward heroism, and drawing toward it the souls which he influences, surrenders himself in his writings to all the seductions of the life of ease, uses his talent for...
Page 62 - A good name is more fragrant than rich perfume, and the day of death is better than the day of one's birth.
Page 37 - ... myself. Myself alone! I know the feelings of my heart, and I know men. I am not made like any of those I have seen; I venture to believe that I am not made like any of those who are in existence. If I am not better, at least I am different.
Page 23 - Almighty God ! thou who boldest in Thy hand the minds of men, deliver us from the fatal arts and sciences of our forefathers ; give us back ignorance, innocence and poverty, which alone can make us happy and are precious in Thy sight.

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