George Sand
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"Amantine-Lucile-Aurore Dupin", best known by her pseudonym "George Sand" (; ), was a French novelist and memoirist. She is equally well known for her much publicized romantic affairs with a number of artists, including the composer and pianist Frédéric Chopin and the writer Alfred de Musset.

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Charity degrades those who receive it and hardens those who dispense it.

One is happy as a result of one's own efforts once one knows the necessary ingredients of happiness simple tastes, a certain degree of courage, self denial to a point, love of work, and above all, a clear conscience.

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 artist vocation is to send light into the human heart.

Work is not man's punishment. It is his reward and his strength and his pleasure.

We cannot tear out a single page of our life, but we can throw the whole book in the fire.

Life in common among people who love each other is the ideal of happiness.

You can bind my body, tie my hands, govern my actions: you are the strongest, and society adds to your power; but with my will, sir, you can do nothing.

It is a mistake to regard age as a downhill grade toward dissolution. The reverse is true. As one grows older, one climbs with surprising strides.

Guard well within yourself that treasure, kindness. Know how to give without hesitation, how to lose without regret, how to acquire without meanness.

I regard as a mortal sin not only the lying of the senses in matters of love, but also the illusion which the senses seek to create where love is only partial. I say, I believe, that one must love with all of one's being, or else live, come what may, a life of complete chastity.

The capacity for passion is both cruel and divine.

Once my heart was captured, reason was shown the door, deliberately and with a sort of frantic joy. I accepted everything, I believed everything, without struggle, without suffering, without regret, without false shame. How can one blush for what one adores?