Archive for ‘French’



One doesn’t discover new lands without consenting to lose sight, for a very long time, of the shore.

André Gide, The Counterfeiters (1925)



God caused flowers to bloom before men shaped stone.

Victor Hugo, Les Miserables (1862)



Nobody realizes that some people expend tremendous energy merely to be normal.

Albert Camus, Notebook IV in Notebooks: 1942-1951  (c. 1949)


the birth of Jesus

Long lay the world in sin and error pining, / ‘Til He appear’d and the soul felt its worth. / A thrill of hope the weary world rejoices, / For yonder breaks a new and glorious morn.

John Sullivan Dwight,  “O Holy Night,” translated from Adolphe Adam’s “Minuit, chrétiens” (1855)


incompleteness in absence

Today I begin to understand what love must be, if it exists. When we are parted, we each feel the lack of the other half of ourselves. We are incomplete like a book in two volumes of which the first has been lost. That is what I imagine love to be: incompleteness in absence.

Edmond and Jules de Goncourt, The Goncourt Journals (1859)



One must always maintain one’s connection to the past and yet ceaselessly pull away from it. To remain in touch with the past requires a love of memory. To remain in touch with the past requires a constant imaginative effort.

Gaston Bachelard, Fragments of a Poetics of Fire (1988)


mistress of herself

Long before an American girl arrives at the age of marriage, her emancipation from maternal control begins; she has scarcely ceased to be a child when she already thinks for herself, speaks with freedom, and acts on her own impulse. The great scene of the world is constantly open to her view; far from seeking concealment, it is every day disclosed to her more completely, and she is taught to survey it with a firm and calm gaze. Thus the vices and dangers of society are early revealed to her; as she sees them clearly, she views them without illusions, and braves them without fear; for she is full of reliance on her own strength, and her reliance seems to be shared by all who are about her…I have been frequently surprised, and almost frightened, at the singular address and happy boldness with which young women in America contrive to manage their thoughts and their language amidst all the difficulties of stimulating conversation; a philosopher would have stumbled at every step along the narrow path which they trod without accidents and without effort. It is easy indeed to perceive that, even amidst the independence of early youth, an American woman is always mistress of herself; she indulges in all permitted pleasures, without yielding herself up to any of them; and her reason never allows the reins of self-guidance to drop, though it often seems to hold them loosely.

Alexis de Tocqueville Democracy in America, vol. 2 (1840)


american women

If anyone asks me what I think the chief cause of the extraordinary prosperity and growing power of this nation, I should answer that it is due to the superiority of their women.

Alexis de Tocqueville, Democracy in America (1840)

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