Alphonse De Lamartine Quotes

Man is God by his faculty for thought.

Private passions grow tired and wear themselves out; political passions, never.

But Nature too, shakes off her sleep today; By May's mild sun we see reviv'd her frame, Around my window Venus' birds proclaim, The month most cherish'd backwards bends his way!

God - but a word invoked to explain the world.

Hence life, as through a cloud, for me I see Vanish, and to the past's dark shade 'tis chas'd; As a grand image love remains to me-- Sole remnant of a dream, by morn effac'd.

He, who can create, abhors destruction.

Death, with funereal shades in vain surrounds me, My reason through his darkness seeth light: 'Tis the last step which brings me close to Thee: 'Tis the veil falling, 'twixt Thy face and mine.

Soul of the universe, Sire, God, Creator, Lord, I believe in Thee, 'neath all these names: And without having need to hear thy word, In the sky's brow my glorious creed I trace.

What mortal is there, over whose first joys and happiness does not break some storm, dispelling with its icy breath his fanciful illusions, and shattering his altar?

History is neither more nor less than biography on a large scale.

Sometimes when one person is missing the whole world seems depopulated.

Peace at any price.

If one had but a single glance to give the world one should gaze on Istanbul.

Grief knits two hearts in closer bonds than happiness ever can and common sufferings are far stronger links than common joys.