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Title: Widger's Quotations from Project Gutenberg Edition of French Immortals Series Editor: David Widger Release date: May 1, 2003 [eBook #4001] Most recently updated: December 27, 2020 Language: English Credits: This etext was produced by David Widger *** START OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK WIDGER'S QUOTATIONS FROM PROJECT GUTENBERG EDITION OF FRENCH IMMORTALS SERIES *** This etext was produced by David Widger for comments, questions or suggested additions to these extracts. D.W. THE ENTIRE PROJECT GUTENBERG EDITION OF THE FRENCH IMMORTALS CROWNED BY THE FRENCH ACADEMY CONTENTS: (listed in reversed order) Apr 2003 Entire PG Edition of The French Immortals [IM#87][imewk10.txt]4000 Apr 2003 Entire An "Attic" Philosopher by Souvestre [IM#86][im86b10.txt]3999 Apr 2003 An "Attic" Philosopher by E. Souvestre, v3 [IM#85][im85b10.txt]3998 Apr 2003 An "Attic" Philosopher by E. Souvestre, v2 [IM#84][im84b10.txt]3997 Apr 2003 An "Attic" Philosopher by E. Souvestre, v1 [IM#83][im83b10.txt]3996 Apr 2003 The Entire Madame Chrysantheme by Loti [IM#82][im82b10.txt]3995 Apr 2003 Madame Chrysantheme by Pierre Loti, v4 [IM#81][im81b10.txt]3994 Apr 2003 Madame Chrysantheme by Pierre Loti, v3 [IM#80][im80b10.txt]3993 Apr 2003 Madame Chrysantheme by Pierre Loti, v2 [IM#79][im79b10.txt]3992 Apr 2003 Madame Chrysantheme by Pierre Loti, v1 [IM#78][im78b10.txt]3991 Apr 2003 The Entire Conscience by Hector Malot [IM#77][im77b10.txt]3990 Apr 2003 Conscience by Hector Malot, v4 [IM#76][im76b10.txt]3989 Apr 2003 Conscience by Hector Malot, v3 [IM#75][im75b10.txt]3988 Apr 2003 Conscience by Hector Malot, v2 [IM#74][im74b10.txt]3987 Apr 2003 Conscience by Hector Malot, v1 [IM#73][im73b10.txt]3986 Apr 2003 The Entire Gerfaut by Charles de Bernard [IM#72][im72b10.txt]3885 Apr 2003 Gerfaut by Charles de Bernard, v4 [IM#71][im71b10.txt]3984 Apr 2003 Gerfaut by Charles de Bernard, v3 [IM#70][im70b10.txt]3983 Apr 2003 Gerfaut by Charles de Bernard, v2 [IM#69][im69b10.txt]3982 Apr 2003 Gerfaut by Charles de Bernard, v1 [IM#68][im68b10.txt]3981 Apr 2003 The Entire Fromont and Risler, by Daudet [IM#67][im67b10.txt]3980 Apr 2003 Fromont and Risler by Alphonse Daudet, v4 [IM#66][im66b10.txt]3979 Apr 2003 Fromont and Risler by Alphonse Daudet, v3 [IM#65][im65b10.txt]3978 Apr 2003 Fromont and Risler by Alphonse Daudet, v2 [IM#64][im64b10.txt]3977 Apr 2003 Fromont and Risler by Alphonse Daudet, v1 [IM#63][im63b10.txt]3976 Apr 2003 Entire The Ink-Stain by Rene Bazin [IM#62][im62b10.txt]3975 Apr 2003 The Ink-Stain by Rene Bazin, v3 [IM#61][im61b10.txt]3974 Apr 2003 The Ink-Stain by Rene Bazin, v2 [IM#60][im60b10.txt]3973 Apr 2003 The Ink-Stain by Rene Bazin, v1 [IM#59][im59b10.txt]3972 Apr 2003 Entire Jacqueline by Bentzon (Mme. Blanc) [IM#58][im58b10.txt]3971 Apr 2003 Jacqueline by Th. Bentzon (Mme. Blanc), v3 [IM#57][im57b10.txt]3970 Apr 2003 Jacqueline by Th. Bentzon (Mme. Blanc), v2 [IM#56][im56b10.txt]3969 Apr 2003 Jacqueline by Th. Bentzon (Mme. Blanc), v1 [IM#55][im55b10.txt]3968 Apr 2003 Entire Cosmopolis by Paul Bourget [IM#54][im54b10.txt]3967 Apr 2003 Cosmopolis by Paul Bourget, v4 [IM#53][im53b10.txt]3966 Apr 2003 Cosmopolis by Paul Bourget, v3 [IM#52][im52b10.txt]3965 Apr 2003 Cosmopolis by Paul Bourget, v2 [IM#51][im51b10.txt]3964 Apr 2003 Cosmopolis by Paul Bourget, v1 [IM#50][im50b10.txt]3963 Apr 2003 Entire Romance of Youth by Francois Coppee [IM#49][im49b10.txt]3962 Apr 2003 A Romance of Youth by Francois Coppee, v4 [IM#48][im48b10.txt]3961 Apr 2003 A Romance of Youth by Francois Coppee, v3 [IM#47][im47b10.txt]3960 Apr 2003 A Romance of Youth by Francois Coppee, v2 [IM#46][im46b10.txt]3959 Apr 2003 A Romance of Youth by Francois Coppee, v1 [IM#45][im45b10.txt]3958 Apr 2003 Entire L'Abbe Constantin by Ludovic Halevy [IM#44][im44b10.txt]3957 Apr 2003 L'Abbe Constantin by Ludovic Halevy, v3 [IM#43][im43b10.txt]3956 Apr 2003 L'Abbe Constantin by Ludovic Halevy, v2 [IM#42][im42b10.txt]3955 Apr 2003 L'Abbe Constantin by Ludovic Halevy, v1 [IM#41][im41b10.txt]3954 Apr 2003 The Entire Cinq Mars, by Alfred de Vigny [IM#40][im40b10.txt]3953 Apr 2003 Cinq Mars, by Alfred de Vigny, v6 [IM#39][im39b10.txt]3952 Apr 2003 Cinq Mars, by Alfred de Vigny, v5 [IM#38][im38b10.txt]3951 Apr 2003 Cinq Mars, by Alfred de Vigny, v4 [IM#37][im37b10.txt]3950 Apr 2003 Cinq Mars, by Alfred de Vigny, v3 [IM#36][im36b10.txt]3949 Apr 2003 Cinq Mars, by Alfred de Vigny, v2 [IM#35][im35b10.txt]3948 Apr 2003 Cinq Mars, by Alfred de Vigny, v1 [IM#34][im34b10.txt]3947 Apr 2003 Entire Monsieur de Camors by Oct. Feuillet [IM#33][im33b10.txt]3946 Apr 2003 Monsieur de Camors by Octave Feuillet, v3 [IM#32][im32b10.txt]3945 Apr 2003 Monsieur de Camors by Octave Feuillet, v2 [IM#31][im31b10.txt]3944 Apr 2003 Monsieur de Camors by Octave Feuillet, v1 [IM#30][im30b10.txt]3943 Apr 2003 Entire Child of a Century, Alfred de Musset[IM#29][im29b10.txt]3942 Apr 2003 Child of a Century, Alfred de Musset, v3 [IM#28][im28b10.txt]3941 Apr 2003 Child of a Century, Alfred de Musset, v2 [IM#27][im27b10.txt]3940 Apr 2003 Child of a Century, Alfred de Musset, v1 [IM#26][im26b10.txt]3939 Apr 2003 Entire A Woodland Queen, by Andre Theuriet [IM#25][im25b10.txt]3938 Apr 2003 A Woodland Queen, by Andre Theuriet, v3 [IM#24][im24b10.txt]3937 Apr 2003 A Woodland Queen, by Andre Theuriet, v2 [IM#23][im23b10.txt]3936 Apr 2003 A Woodland Queen, by Andre Theuriet, v1 [IM#22][im22b10.txt]3935 Apr 2003 The Entire Zebiline by Phillipe de Masa [IM#21][im21b10.txt]3934 Apr 2003 Zebiline by Phillipe de Masa, v3 [IM#20][im20b10.txt]3933 Apr 2003 Zebiline by Phillipe de Masa, v2 [IM#19][im19b10.txt]3932 Apr 2003 Zebiline by Phillipe de Masa, v1 [IM#18][im18b10.txt]3931 Apr 2003 The Entire Prince Zilah by Jules Claretie [IM#17][im17b10.txt]3930 Apr 2003 Prince Zilah, by Jules Claretie, v3 [IM#16][im16b10.txt]3929 Apr 2003 Prince Zilah, by Jules Claretie, v2 [IM#15][im15b10.txt]3928 Apr 2003 Prince Zilah, by Jules Claretie, v1 [IM#14][im14b10.txt]3927 Apr 2003 The Entire MM.and Bebe by Gustave Droz [IM#13][im13b10.txt]3926 Apr 2003 MM.and Bebe by Gustave Droz, v3 [IM#12][im12b10.txt]3925 Apr 2003 MM.and Bebe by Gustave Droz, v2 [IM#11][im11b10.txt]3924 Apr 2003 MM.and Bebe by Gustave Droz, v1 [IM#10][im10b10.txt]3923 Apr 2003 Entire The Red Lily, by Anatole France [IM#09][im09b10.txt]3922 Apr 2003 The Red Lily, by Anatole France, v3 [IM#08][im08b10.txt]3921 Apr 2003 The Red Lily, by Anatole France, v2 [IM#07][im07b10.txt]3920 Apr 2003 The Red Lily, by Anatole France, v1 [IM#06][im06b10.txt]3919 Apr 2003 The Entire Serge Panine, by Georges Ohnet [IM#05][im05b10.txt]3918 Apr 2003 Serge Panine, by Georges Ohnet, v4 [IM#04][im04b10.txt]3917 Apr 2003 Serge Panine, by Georges Ohnet, v3 [IM#03][im03b10.txt]3916 Apr 2003 Serge Panine, by Georges Ohnet, v2 [IM#02][im02b10.txt]3915 Apr 2003 Serge Panine, by Georges Ohnet, v1 [IM#01][im01b10.txt]3914 GENERAL INTRODUCTION TO THE SERIES BY GASTON BOISSIER, SECRETAIRE PERPETUEL DE L'ACADEMIE FRANCAISE. The editor-in-chief of the Maison Mazarin--a man of letters who cherishes an enthusiastic yet discriminating love for the literary and artistic glories of France--formed within the last two pears the great project of collecting and presenting to the vast numbers of intelligent readers of whom New World boasts a series of those great and undying romances which, since 1784, have received the crown of merit awarded by the French Academy--that coveted assurance of immortality in letters and in art. In the presentation of this serious enterprise for the criticism and official sanction of The Academy, 'en seance', was included a request that, if possible, the task of writing a preface to the series should be undertaken by me. Official sanction having been bestowed upon the plan, I, as the accredited officer of the French Academy, convey to you its hearty appreciation, endorsement, and sympathy with a project so nobly artistic. It is also my duty, privilege, and pleasure to point out, at the request of my brethren, the peculiar importance and lasting value of this series to all who would know the inner life of a people whose greatness no turns of fortune have been able to diminish. In the last hundred years France has experienced the most terrible vicissitudes, but, vanquished or victorious, triumphant or abased, never has she lost her peculiar gift of attracting the curiosity of the world. She interests every living being, and even those who do not love her desire to know her. To this peculiar attraction which radiates from her, artists and men of letters can well bear witness, since it is to literature and to the arts, before all, that France owes such living and lasting power. In every quarter of the civilized world there are distinguished writers, painters, and eminent musicians, but in France they exist in greater numbers than elsewhere. Moreover, it is universally conceded that French writers and artists have this particular and praiseworthy quality: they are most accessible to people of other countries. Without losing their national characteristics, they possess the happy gift of universality. To speak of letters alone: the books that Frenchmen write are read, translated, dramatized, and imitated everywhere; so it is not strange that these books give to foreigners a desire for a nearer and more intimate acquaintance with France. Men preserve an almost innate habit of resorting to Paris from almost every quarter of the globe. For many years American visitors have been more numerous than others, although the journey from the United States is long and costly. But I am sure that when for the first time they see Paris--its palaces, its churches, its museums--and visit Versailles, Fontainebleau, and Chantilly, they do not regret the travail they have undergone. Meanwhile, however, I ask myself whether such sightseeing is all that, in coming hither, they wish to accomplish. Intelligent travellers--and, as a rule, it is the intelligent class that feels the need of the educative influence of travel--look at our beautiful monuments, wander through the streets and squares among the crowds that fill them, and, observing them, I ask myself again: Do not such people desire to study at closer range these persons who elbow them as they pass; do they not wish to enter the houses of which they see but the facades; do they not wish to know how Parisians live and speak and act by their firesides? But time, alas! is lacking for the formation of those intimate friendships which would bring this knowledge within their grasp. French homes are rarely open to birds of passage, and visitors leave us with regret that they have not been able to see more than the surface of our civilization or to recognize by experience the note of our inner home life. How, then, shall this void be filled? Speaking in the first person, the simplest means appears to be to study those whose profession it is to describe the society of the time, and primarily, therefore, the works of dramatic writers, who are supposed to draw a faithful picture of it. So we go to the theatre, and usually derive keen pleasure therefrom. But is pleasure all that we expect to find? What we should look for above everything in a comedy or a drama is a representation, exact as possible, of the manners and characters of the dramatis persona of the play; and perhaps the conditions under which the play was written do not allow such representation. The exact and studied portrayal of a character demands from the author long preparation, and cannot be accomplished in a few hours. From, the first scene to the last, each tale must be posed in the author's mind exactly as it will be proved to be at the end. It is the author's aim and mission to place completely before his audience the souls of the "agonists" laying bare the complications of motive, and throwing into relief the delicate shades of motive that sway them. Often, too, the play is produced before a numerous audience--an audience often distrait, always pressed for time, and impatient of the least delay. Again, the public in general require that they shall be able to understand without difficulty, and at first thought, the characters the author seeks to present, making it necessary that these characters be depicted from their most salient sides--which are too often vulgar and unattractive. In our comedies and dramas it is not the individual that is drawn, but the type. Where the individual alone is real, the type is a myth of the imagination--a pure invention. And invention is the mainspring of the theatre, which rests purely upon illusion, and does not please us unless it begins by deceiving us. I believe, then, that if one seeks to know the world exactly as it is, the theatre does not furnish the means whereby one can pursue the study. A far better opportunity for knowing the private life of a people is available through the medium of its great novels. The novelist deals with each person as an individual. He speaks to his reader at an hour when the mind is disengaged from worldly affairs, and he can add without restraint every detail that seems needful to him to complete the rounding of his story. He can return at will, should he choose, to the source of the plot he is unfolding, in order that his reader may better understand him; he can emphasize and dwell upon those details which an audience in a theatre will not allow. The reader, being at leisure, feels no impatience, for he knows that he can at any time lay down or take up the book. It is the consciousness of this privilege that gives him patience, should he encounter a dull page here or there. He may hasten or delay his reading, according to the interest he takes in his romance-nay, more, he can return to the earlier pages, should he need to do so, for a better comprehension of some obscure point. In proportion as he is attracted and interested by the romance, and also in the degree of concentration with which he reads it, does he grasp better the subtleties of the narrative. No shade of character drawing escapes him. He realizes, with keener appreciation, the most delicate of human moods, and the novelist is not compelled to introduce the characters to him, one by one, distinguishing them only by the most general characteristics, but can describe each of those little individual idiosyncrasies that contribute to the sum total of a living personality. When I add that the dramatic author is always to a certain extent a slave to the public, and must ever seek to please the passing taste of his time, it will be recognized that he is often, alas! compelled to sacrifice his artistic leanings to popular caprice-that is, if he has the natural desire that his generation should applaud him. As a rule, with the theatre-going masses, one person follows the fads or fancies of others, and individual judgments are too apt to be irresistibly swayed by current opinion. But the novelist, entirely independent of his reader, is not compelled to conform himself to the opinion of any person, or to submit to his caprices. He is absolutely free to picture society as he sees it, and we therefore can have more confidence in his descriptions of the customs and characters of the day. It is precisely this view of the case that the editor of the series has taken, and herein is the raison d'etre of this collection of great French romances. The choice was not easy to make. That form of literature called the romance abounds with us. France has always loved it, for French writers exhibit a curiosity--and I may say an indiscretion--that is almost charming in the study of customs and morals at large; a quality that induces them to talk freely of themselves and of their neighbors, and to set forth fearlessly both the good and the bad in human nature. In this fascinating phase of literature, France never has produced greater examples than of late years. In the collection here presented to American readers will be found those works especially which reveal the intimate side of French social life- works in which are discussed the moral problems that affect most potently the life of the world at large. If inquiring spirits seek to learn the customs and manners of the France of any age, they must look for it among her crowned romances. They need go back no farther than Ludovic Halevy, who may be said to open the modern epoch. In the romantic school, on its historic side, Alfred de Vigny must be looked upon as supreme. De Musset and Anatole France may be taken as revealing authoritatively the moral philosophy of nineteenth-century thought. I must not omit to mention the Jacqueline of Th. Bentzon, and the "Attic" Philosopher of Emile Souvestre, nor the, great names of Loti, Claretie, Coppe, Bazin, Bourget, Malot, Droz, De Massa, and last, but not least, our French Dickens, Alphonse Daudet. I need not add more; the very names of these "Immortals" suffice to commend the series to readers in all countries. One word in conclusion: America may rest assured that her students of international literature will find in this series of 'ouvrages couronnes' all that they may wish to know of France at her own fireside--a knowledge that too often escapes them, knowledge that embraces not only a faithful picture of contemporary life in the French provinces, but a living and exact description of French society in modern times. They may feel certain that when they have read these romances, they will have sounded the depths and penetrated into the hidden intimacies of France, not only as she is, but as she would be known. GASTON BOISSIER SECRETAIRE PERPETUEL DE L'ACADEMIE FRANCAISE THE IMMORTALS OF THE FRENCH ACADEMY SERGE PANINE, BY GEORGES OHNET SERGE PANINE, BY GEORGES OHNET, V1 [IM#01][im01b10.txt]3914 A man weeps with difficulty before a woman Antagonism to plutocracy and hatred of aristocrats Enough to be nobody's unless I belong to him Even those who do not love her desire to know her Flayed and roasted alive by the critics Hard workers are pitiful lovers He lost his time, his money, his hair, his illusions He was very unhappy at being misunderstood I thought the best means of being loved were to deserve it Men of pleasure remain all their lives mediocre workers My aunt is jealous of me because I am a man of ideas Negroes, all but monkeys! Patience, should he encounter a dull page here or there Romanticism still ferments beneath the varnish of Naturalism Sacrifice his artistic leanings to popular caprice Unqualified for happiness You are talking too much about it to be sincere SERGE PANINE, BY GEORGES OHNET, V2 [IM#02][im02b10.txt]3915 A uniform is the only garb which can hide poverty honorably Forget a dream and accept a reality I don't pay myself with words Implacable self-interest which is the law of the world In life it is only nonsense that is common-sense Is a man ever poor when he has two arms? Is it by law only that you wish to keep me? Nothing that provokes laughter more than a disappointed lover Suffering is a human law; the world is an arena The uncontested power which money brings We had taken the dream of a day for eternal happiness What is a man who remains useless SERGE PANINE, BY GEORGES OHNET, V3 [IM#03][im03b10.txt]3916 Because they moved, they thought they were progressing Everywhere was feverish excitement, dissipation, and nullity It was a relief when they rose from the table Money troubles are not mortal One amuses one's self at the risk of dying Scarcely was one scheme launched when another idea occurred Talk with me sometimes. You will not chatter trivialities They had only one aim, one passion--to enjoy themselves Without a care or a cross, he grew weary like a prisoner SERGE PANINE, BY GEORGES OHNET, V4 [IM#04][im04b10.txt]3917 Cowardly in trouble as he had been insolent in prosperity Heed that you lose not in dignity what you gain in revenge She would have liked the world to be in mourning The guilty will not feel your blows, but the innocent THE ENTIRE SERGE PANINE, BY GEORGES OHNET [IM#05][im05b10.txt]3918 A man weeps with difficulty before a woman A uniform is the only garb which can hide poverty honorably Antagonism to plutocracy and hatred of aristocrats Because they moved, they thought they were progressing Cowardly in trouble as he had been insolent in prosperity Enough to be nobody's unless I belong to him Even those who do not love her desire to know her Everywhere was feverish excitement, dissipation, and nullity Flayed and roasted alive by the critics Forget a dream and accept a reality Hard workers are pitiful lovers He lost his time, his money, his hair, his illusions He was very unhappy at being misunderstood Heed that you lose not in dignity what you gain in revenge I thought the best means of being loved were to deserve it I don't pay myself with words Implacable self-interest which is the law of the world In life it is only nonsense that is common-sense Is a man ever poor when he has two arms? Is it by law only that you wish to keep me? It was a relief when they rose from the table Men of pleasure remain all their lives mediocre workers Money troubles are not mortal My aunt is jealous of me because I am a man of ideas Negroes, all but monkeys! Nothing that provokes laughter more than a disappointed lover One amuses one's self at the risk of dying Patience, should he encounter a dull page here or there Romanticism still ferments beneath the varnish of Naturalism Sacrifice his artistic leanings to popular caprice Scarcely was one scheme launched when another idea occurred She would have liked the world to be in mourning Suffering is a human law; the world is an arena Talk with me sometimes. You will not chatter trivialities The guilty will not feel your blows, but the innocent The uncontested power which money brings They had only one aim, one passion--to enjoy themselves Unqualified for happiness We had taken the dream of a day for eternal happiness What is a man who remains useless Without a care or a cross, he grew weary like a prisoner You are talking too much about it to be sincere THE RED LILY, BY ANATOLE FRANCE THE RED LILY, BY ANATOLE FRANCE, V1 [IM#06][im06b10.txt]3919 A hero must be human. Napoleon was human Anti-Semitism is making fearful progress everywhere Brilliancy of a fortune too new Curious to know her face of that day Do you think that people have not talked about us? Each had regained freedom, but he did not like to be alone Fringe which makes an unlovely border to the city Gave value to her affability by not squandering it He could not imagine that often words are the same as actions He does not bear ill-will to those whom he persecutes He is not intelligent enough to doubt He studied until the last moment Her husband had become quite bearable His habit of pleasing had prolonged his youth I feel in them (churches) the grandeur of nothingness I gave myself to him because he loved me I haven't a taste, I have tastes It was too late: she did not wish to win Knew that life is not worth so much anxiety nor so much hope Laughing in every wrinkle of his face Learn to live without desire Life as a whole is too vast and too remote Life is made up of just such trifles Life is not a great thing Love was only a brief intoxication Made life give all it could yield Miserable beings who contribute to the grandeur of the past None but fools resisted the current Not everything is known, but everything is said One would think that the wind would put them out: the stars Picturesquely ugly Recesses of her mind which she preferred not to open Relatives whom she did not know and who irritated her She is happy, since she likes to remember She pleased society by appearing to find pleasure in it Should like better to do an immoral thing than a cruel one So well satisfied with his reply that he repeated it twice That if we live the reason is that we hope That sort of cold charity which is called altruism The discouragement which the irreparable gives The most radical breviary of scepticism since Montaigne The violent pleasure of losing Umbrellas, like black turtles under the watery skies Was I not warned enough of the sadness of everything? Whether they know or do not know, they talk THE RED LILY, BY ANATOLE FRANCE, V2 [IM#07][im07b10.txt]3920 A woman is frank when she does not lie uselessly Disappointed her to escape the danger she had feared Does not wish one to treat it with either timidity or brutality He knew now the divine malady of love I do not desire your friendship I have known things which I know no more I wished to spoil our past Impatient at praise which was not destined for himself Incapable of conceiving that one might talk without an object Jealous without having the right to be jealous Lovers never separate kindly Magnificent air of those beggars of whom small towns are proud Nobody troubled himself about that originality One who first thought of pasting a canvas on a panel Simple people who doubt neither themselves nor others Superior men sometimes lack cleverness The door of one's room opens on the infinite The one whom you will love and who will love you will harm you The past is the only human reality--Everything that is, is past There are many grand and strong things which you do not feel They are the coffin saying: 'I am the cradle' To be beautiful, must a woman have that thin form Trying to make Therese admire what she did not know Unfortunate creature who is the plaything of life What will be the use of having tormented ourselves in this world Women do not always confess it, but it is always their fault You must take me with my own soul! THE RED LILY, BY ANATOLE FRANCE, V3 [IM#08][im08b10.txt]3921 Does one ever possess what one loves? Each was moved with self-pity Everybody knows about that (Housemaid) is trained to respect my disorder I can forget you only when I am with you I have to pay for the happiness you give me I love myself because you love me Ideas they think superior to love--faith, habits, interests Immobility of time It is an error to be in the right too soon It was torture for her not to be able to rejoin him Kissses and caresses are the effort of a delightful despair Let us give to men irony and pity as witnesses and judges Little that we can do when we are powerful Love is a soft and terrible force, more powerful than beauty Nothing is so legitimate, so human, as to deceive pain One is never kind when one is in love One should never leave the one whom one loves Seemed to him that men were grains in a coffee-mill Since she was in love, she had lost prudence That absurd and generous fury for ownership The politician never should be in advance of circumstances The real support of a government is the Opposition There is nothing good except to ignore and to forget We are too happy; we are robbing life ENTIRE THE RED LILY, BY ANATOLE FRANCE [IM#09][im09b10.txt]3922 A woman is frank when she does not lie uselessly A hero must be human. Napoleon was human Anti-Semitism is making fearful progress everywhere Brilliancy of a fortune too new Curious to know her face of that day Disappointed her to escape the danger she had feared Do you think that people have not talked about us? Does not wish one to treat it with either timidity or brutality Does one ever possess what one loves? Each had regained freedom, but he did not like to be alone Each was moved with self-pity Everybody knows about that Fringe which makes an unlovely border to the city Gave value to her affability by not squandering it He could not imagine that often words are the same as actions He studied until the last moment He is not intelligent enough to doubt He does not bear ill-will to those whom he persecutes He knew now the divine malady of love Her husband had become quite bearable His habit of pleasing had prolonged his youth (Housemaid) is trained to respect my disorder I love myself because you love me I can forget you only when I am with you I wished to spoil our past I feel in them (churches) the grandeur of nothingness I have to pay for the happiness you give me I gave myself to him because he loved me I haven't a taste, I have tastes I have known things which I know no more I do not desire your friendship Ideas they think superior to love--faith, habits, interests Immobility of time Impatient at praise which was not destined for himself Incapable of conceiving that one might talk without an object It was torture for her not to be able to rejoin him It is an error to be in the right too soon It was too late: she did not wish to win Jealous without having the right to be jealous Kissses and caresses are the effort of a delightful despair Knew that life is not worth so much anxiety nor so much hope Laughing in every wrinkle of his face Learn to live without desire Let us give to men irony and pity as witnesses and judges Life as a whole is too vast and too remote Life is made up of just such trifles Life is not a great thing Little that we can do when we are powerful Love is a soft and terrible force, more powerful than beauty Love was only a brief intoxication Lovers never separate kindly Made life give all it could yield Magnificent air of those beggars of whom small towns are proud Miserable beings who contribute to the grandeur of the past Nobody troubled himself about that originality None but fools resisted the current Not everything is known, but everything is said Nothing is so legitimate, so human, as to deceive pain One would think that the wind would put them out: the stars One who first thought of pasting a canvas on a panel One is never kind when one is in love One should never leave the one whom one loves Picturesquely ugly Recesses of her mind which she preferred not to open Relatives whom she did not know and who irritated her Seemed to him that men were grains in a coffee-mill She pleased society by appearing to find pleasure in it She is happy, since she likes to remember Should like better to do an immoral thing than a cruel one Simple people who doubt neither themselves nor others Since she was in love, she had lost prudence So well satisfied with his reply that he repeated it twice Superior men sometimes lack cleverness That sort of cold charity which is called altruism That if we live the reason is that we hope That absurd and generous fury for ownership The most radical breviary of scepticism since Montaigne The door of one's room opens on the infinite The past is the only human reality -- Everything that is, is past The one whom you will love and who will love you will harm you The violent pleasure of losing The discouragement which the irreparable gives The real support of a government is the Opposition The politician never should be in advance of circumstances There is nothing good except to ignore and to forget There are many grand and strong things which you do not feel They are the coffin saying: 'I am the cradle' To be beautiful, must a woman have that thin form Trying to make Therese admire what she did not know Umbrellas, like black turtles under the watery skies Unfortunate creature who is the plaything of life Was I not warned enough of the sadness of everything? We are too happy; we are robbing life What will be the use of having tormented ourselves in this world Whether they know or do not know, they talk Women do not always confess it, but it is always their fault You must take me with my own soul! MADAME, MONSIEUR. AND BEBE BY GUSTAVE DROZ MM. AND BEBE BY GUSTAVE DROZ, V1 [IM#10][im10b10.txt]3923 A ripe husband, ready to fall from the tree Answer "No," but with a little kiss which means "Yes" As regards love, intention and deed are the same Clumsily, blew his nose, to the great relief of his two arms Emotion when one does not share it Hearty laughter which men affect to assist digestion How rich we find ourselves when we rummage in old drawers Husband who loves you and eats off the same plate is better I came here for that express purpose Ignorant of everything, undesirous of learning anything It is silly to blush under certain circumstances Love in marriage is, as a rule, too much at his ease Rather do not give--make yourself sought after Reckon yourself happy if in your husband you find a lover There are pious falsehoods which the Church excuses To be able to smoke a cigar without being sick Why mankind has chosen to call marriage a man-trap MM. AND BEBE BY GUSTAVE DROZ, V2 [IM#11][im11b10.txt]3924 But she thinks she is affording you pleasure Do not seek too much First impression is based upon a number of trifles Sometimes like to deck the future in the garments of the past The heart requires gradual changes MM. AND BEBE BY GUSTAVE DROZ, V3 [IM#12][im12b10.txt]3925 Affection is catching All babies are round, yielding, weak, timid, and soft And I shall say 'damn it,' for I shall then be grown up He Would Have Been Forty Now How many things have not people been proud of I am not wandering through life, I am marching on I do not accept the hypothesis of a world made for us I would give two summers for a single autumn In his future arrange laurels for a little crown for your own It (science) dreams, too; it supposes Learned to love others by embracing their own children Life is not so sweet for us to risk ourselves in it singlehanded Man is but one of the links of an immense chain Recollection of past dangers to increase the present joy Respect him so that he may respect you Shelter himself in the arms of the weak and recover courage The future promises, it is the present that pays The future that is rent away The recollection of that moment lasts for a lifetime Their love requires a return Ties that unite children to parents are unloosed Ties which unite parents to children are broken To love is a great deal--To know how to love is everything We are simple to this degree, that we do not think we are When time has softened your grief THE ENTIRE MM. AND BEBE BY GUSTAVE DROZ [IM#13][im13b10.txt]3926 A ripe husband, ready to fall from the tree Affection is catching All babies are round, yielding, weak, timid, and soft And I shall say 'damn it,' for I shall then be grown up Answer "No," but with a little kiss which means "Yes" As regards love, intention and deed are the same But she thinks she is affording you pleasure Clumsily, blew his nose, to the great relief of his two arms Do not seek too much Emotion when one does not share it First impression is based upon a number of trifles He Would Have Been Forty Now Hearty laughter which men affect to assist digestion How many things have not people been proud of How rich we find ourselves when we rummage in old drawers Husband who loves you and eats off the same plate is better I would give two summers for a single autumn I do not accept the hypothesis of a world made for us I came here for that express purpose I am not wandering through life, I am marching on Ignorant of everything, undesirous of learning anything In his future arrange laurels for a little crown for your own It (science) dreams, too; it supposes It is silly to blush under certain circumstances Learned to love others by embracing their own children Life is not so sweet for us to risk ourselves in it singlehanded Love in marriage is, as a rule, too much at his ease Man is but one of the links of an immense chain Rather do not give--make yourself sought after Reckon yourself happy if in your husband you find a lover Recollection of past dangers to increase the present joy Respect him so that he may respect you Shelter himself in the arms of the weak and recover courage Sometimes like to deck the future in the garments of the past The heart requires gradual changes The future that is rent away The recollection of that moment lasts for a lifetime The future promises, it is the present that pays Their love requires a return There are pious falsehoods which the Church excuses Ties that unite children to parents are unloosed Ties which unite parents to children are broken To be able to smoke a cigar without being sick To love is a great deal--To know how to love is everything We are simple to this degree, that we do not think we are When time has softened your grief Why mankind has chosen to call marriage a man-trap PRINCE ZILAH, BY JULES CLARETIE PRINCE ZILAH, BY JULES CLARETIE, V1 [IM#14][im14b10.txt]3927 A man's life belongs to his duty, and not to his happiness All defeats have their geneses Foreigners are more Parisian than the Parisians themselves One of those beings who die, as they have lived, children Playing checkers, that mimic warfare of old men Superstition which forbids one to proclaim his happiness The Hungarian was created on horseback There were too many discussions, and not enough action Would not be astonished at anything You suffer? Is fate so just as that PRINCE ZILAH, BY JULES CLARETIE, V2 [IM#15][im15b10.txt]3928 Life is a tempest Nervous natures, as prompt to hope as to despair No answer to make to one who has no right to question me Nothing ever astonishes me Poverty brings wrinkles PRINCE ZILAH, BY JULES CLARETIE, V3 [IM#16][im16b10.txt]3929 An hour of rest between two ordeals, a smile between two sobs Anonymous, that velvet mask of scandal-mongers At every step the reality splashes you with mud Bullets are not necessarily on the side of the right Does one ever forget? History is written, not made. I might forgive," said Andras; "but I could not forget If well-informed people are to be believe Insanity is, perhaps, simply the ideal realized It is so good to know nothing, nothing, nothing Let the dead past bury its dead! Man who expects nothing of life except its ending Not only his last love, but his only love Pessimism of to-day sneering at his confidence of yesterday Sufferer becomes, as it were, enamored of his own agony Taken the times as they are Unable to speak, for each word would have been a sob What matters it how much we suffer Why should I read the newspapers? Willingly seek a new sorrow THE ENTIRE PRINCE ZILAH BY JULES CLARETIE [IM#17][im17b10.txt]3930ETEXT EDITOR'S BOOKMARKS: A man's life belongs to his duty, and not to his happiness All defeats have their geneses An hour of rest between two ordeals, a smile between two sobs Anonymous, that velvet mask of scandal-mongers At every step the reality splashes you with mud Bullets are not necessarily on the side of the right Does one ever forget? Foreigners are more Parisian than the Parisians themselves History is written, not made. I might forgive," said Andras; "but I could not forget If well-informed people are to be believe Insanity is, perhaps, simply the ideal realized It is so good to know nothing, nothing, nothing Let the dead past bury its dead! Life is a tempest Man who expects nothing of life except its ending Nervous natures, as prompt to hope as to despair No answer to make to one who has no right to question me Not only his last love, but his only love Nothing ever astonishes me One of those beings who die, as they have lived, children Pessimism of to-day sneering at his confidence of yesterday Playing checkers, that mimic warfare of old men Poverty brings wrinkles Sufferer becomes, as it were, enamored of his own agony Superstition which forbids one to proclaim his happiness Taken the times as they are The Hungarian was created on horseback There were too many discussions, and not enough action Unable to speak, for each word would have been a sob What matters it how much we suffer Why should I read the newspapers? Willingly seek a new sorrow Would not be astonished at anything You suffer? Is fate so just as that ZEBILINE BY PHILLIPE DE MASA ZEBILINE BY PHILLIPE DE MASA, V1 [IM#18][im18b10.txt]3931 Life goes on, and that is less gay than the stories Men admired her; the women sought some point to criticise ZEBILINE BY PHILLIPE DE MASA, V2 [IM#19][im19b10.txt]3932 Ambiguity has no place, nor has compromise But if this is our supreme farewell, do not tell me so! Chain so light yesterday, so heavy to-day Every man is his own master in his choice of liaisons If I do not give all I give nothing Indulgence of which they stand in need themselves Ostensibly you sit at the feast without paying the cost Paris has become like a little country town in its gossip The night brings counsel You are in a conquered country, which is still more dangerous ZEBILINE BY PHILLIPE DE MASA, V3 [IM#20][im20b10.txt]3933 All that was illogical in our social code Only a man, wavering and changeable Their Christian charity did not extend so far as that There are mountains that we never climb but once THE ENTIRE ZEBILINE BY PHILLIPE DE MASA [IM#21][im21b10.txt]3934 All that was illogical in our social code Ambiguity has no place, nor has compromise But if this is our supreme farewell, do not tell me so! Chain so light yesterday, so heavy to-day Every man is his own master in his choice of liaisons If I do not give all I give nothing Indulgence of which they stand in need themselves Life goes on, and that is less gay than the stories Men admired her; the women sought some point to criticise Only a man, wavering and changeable Ostensibly you sit at the feast without paying the cost Paris has become like a little country town in its gossip The night brings counsel Their Christian charity did not extend so far as that There are mountains that we never climb but once You are in a conquered country, which is still more dangerous A WOODLAND QUEEN, BY ANDRE THEURIET A WOODLAND QUEEN, BY ANDRE THEURIET, V1 [IM#22][im22b10.txt]3935 Amusements they offered were either wearisome or repugnant Dreaded the monotonous regularity of conjugal life Fawning duplicity Had not been spoiled by Fortune's gifts Hypocritical grievances I am not in the habit of consulting the law It does not mend matters to give way like that Opposing his orders with steady, irritating inertia There are some men who never have had any childhood To make a will is to put one foot into the grave Toast and white wine (for breakfast) Vague hope came over him that all would come right A WOODLAND QUEEN, BY ANDRE THEURIET, V2 [IM#23][im23b10.txt]3936 I measure others by myself Like all timid persons, he took refuge in a moody silence Others found delight in the most ordinary amusements Sensitiveness and disposition to self-blame Women: they are more bitter than death Yield to their customs, and not pooh-pooh their amusements You must be pleased with yourself--that is more essential A WOODLAND QUEEN, BY ANDRE THEURIET, V3 [IM#24][im24b10.txt]3937 Accustomed to hide what I think Consoled himself with one of the pious commonplaces How small a space man occupies on the earth More disposed to discover evil than good Nature's cold indifference to our sufferings Never is perfect happiness our lot Plead the lie to get at the truth The ease with which he is forgotten Those who have outlived their illusions Timidity of a night-bird that is made to fly in the day Vexed, act in direct contradiction to their own wishes You have considerable patience for a lover ENTIRE A WOODLAND QUEEN, BY ANDRE THEURIET [IM#25][im25b10.txt]3938 Accustomed to hide what I think Amusements they offered were either wearisome or repugnant Consoled himself with one of the pious commonplaces Dreaded the monotonous regularity of conjugal life Fawning duplicity Had not been spoiled by Fortune's gifts How small a space man occupies on the earth Hypocritical grievances I am not in the habit of consulting the law I measure others by myself It does not mend matters to give way like that Like all timid persons, he took refuge in a moody silence More disposed to discover evil than good Nature's cold indifference to our sufferings Never is perfect happiness our lot Opposing his orders with steady, irritating inertia Others found delight in the most ordinary amusements Plead the lie to get at the truth Sensitiveness and disposition to self-blame The ease with which he is forgotten There are some men who never have had any childhood Those who have outlived their illusions Timidity of a night-bird that is made to fly in the day To make a will is to put one foot into the grave Toast and white wine (for breakfast) Vague hope came over him that all would come right Vexed, act in direct contradiction to their own wishes Women: they are more bitter than death Yield to their customs, and not pooh-pooh their amusements You have considerable patience for a lover You must be pleased with yourself--that is more essential CHILD OF A CENTURY, ALFRED DE MUSSET CHILD OF A CENTURY, ALFRED DE MUSSET, V1 [IM#26][im26b10.txt]3939 A terrible danger lurks in the knowledge of what is possible Accustomed to call its disguise virtue All that is not life, it is the noise of life Become corrupt, and you will cease to suffer Began to forget my own sorrow in my sympathy for her Beware of disgust, it is an incurable evil Death is more to be desired than a living distaste for life Despair of a man sick of life, or the whim of a spoiled child Do they think they have invented what they see Force itself, that mistress of the world Galileo struck the earth, crying: "Nevertheless it moves!" Grief itself was for her but a means of seducing He lives only in the body Human weakness seeks association I boasted of being worse than I really was I can not love her, I can not love another I do not intend either to boast or abase myself Ignorance into which the Greek clergy plunged the laity In what do you believe? Indignation can solace grief and restore happiness Is he a dwarf or a giant Men doubted everything: the young men denied everything Of all the sisters of love, the most beautiful is pity Perfection does not exist Resorted to exaggeration in order to appear original Sceptic regrets the faith he has lost the power to regain Seven who are always the same: the first is called hope St. Augustine Ticking of which (our arteries) can be heard only at night When passion sways man, reason follows him weeping and warning Wine suffuses the face as if to prevent shame appearing there You believe in what is said here below and not in what is done You turn the leaves of dead books Youth is to judge of the world from first impressions CHILD OF A CENTURY, ALFRED DE MUSSET, V2 [IM#27][im27b10.txt]3940 Adieu, my son, I love you and I die All philosophy is akin to atheism And when love is sure of itself and knows response Can any one prevent a gossip Each one knows what the other is about to say Good and bad days succeeded each other almost regularly Great sorrows neither accuse nor blaspheme--they listen Happiness of being pursued He who is loved by a beautiful woman is sheltered from every blow I neither love nor esteem sadness It is a pity that you must seek pastimes Man who suffers wishes to make her whom he loves suffer No longer esteemed her highly enough to be jealous of her Pure caprice that I myself mistook for a flash of reason Quarrel had been, so to speak, less sad than our reconciliation She pretended to hope for the best Terrible words; I deserve them, but they will kill me There are two different men in you We have had a mass celebrated, and it cost us a large sum What human word will ever express thy slightest caress What you take for love is nothing more than desire CHILD OF A CENTURY, ALFRED DE MUSSET, V3 [IM#28][im28b10.txt]3941 Because you weep, you fondly imagine yourself innocent Cold silence, that negative force Contrive to use proud disdain as a shield Fool who destroys his own happiness Funeral processions are no longer permitted How much they desire to be loved who say they love no more I can not be near you and separated from you at the same moment Is it not enough to have lived? Make a shroud of your virtue in which to bury your crimes Reading the Memoirs of Constant Sometimes we seem to enjoy unhappiness Speak to me of your love, she said, "not of your grief Suffered, and yet took pleasure in it Suspicions that are ever born anew "Unhappy man!" she cried, "you will never know how to love Who has told you that tears can wash away the stains of guilt You play with happiness as a child plays with a rattle Your great weapon is silence ENTIRE CHILD OF A CENTURY, ALFRED DE MUSSET [IM#29][im29b10.txt]3942 A terrible danger lurks in the knowledge of what is possible Accustomed to call its disguise virtue Adieu, my son, I love you and I die All philosophy is akin to atheism All that is not life, it is the noise of life And when love is sure of itself and knows response Because you weep, you fondly imagine yourself innocent Become corrupt, and you will cease to suffer Began to forget my own sorrow in my sympathy for her Beware of disgust, it is an incurable evil Can any one prevent a gossip Cold silence, that negative force Contrive to use proud disdain as a shield Death is more to be desired than a living distaste for life Despair of a man sick of life, or the whim of a spoiled child Do they think they have invented what they see Each one knows what the other is about to say Fool who destroys his own happiness Force itself, that mistress of the world Funeral processions are no longer permitted Galileo struck the earth, crying: "Nevertheless it moves!" Good and bad days succeeded each other almost regularly Great sorrows neither accuse nor blaspheme--they listen Grief itself was for her but a means of seducing Happiness of being pursued He who is loved by a beautiful woman is sheltered from every blow He lives only in the body How much they desire to be loved who say they love no more Human weakness seeks association I can not be near you and separated from you at the same moment I can not love her, I can not love another I boasted of being worse than I really was I neither love nor esteem sadness I do not intend either to boast or abase myself Ignorance into which the Greek clergy plunged the laity In what do you believe? Indignation can solace grief and restore happiness Is he a dwarf or a giant Is it not enough to have lived? It is a pity that you must seek pastimes Make a shroud of your virtue in which to bury your crimes Man who suffers wishes to make her whom he loves suffer Men doubted everything: the young men denied everything No longer esteemed her highly enough to be jealous of her Of all the sisters of love, the most beautiful is pity Perfection does not exist Pure caprice that I myself mistook for a flash of reason Quarrel had been, so to speak, less sad than our reconciliation Reading the Memoirs of Constant Resorted to exaggeration in order to appear original Sceptic regrets the faith he has lost the power to regain Seven who are always the same: the first is called hope She pretended to hope for the best Sometimes we seem to enjoy unhappiness Speak to me of your love, she said, "not of your grief St. Augustine Suffered, and yet took pleasure in it Suspicions that are ever born anew Terrible words; I deserve them, but they will kill me There are two different men in you Ticking of which (our arteries) can be heard only at night "Unhappy man!" she cried, "you will never know how to love" We have had a mass celebrated, and it cost us a large sum What you take for love is nothing more than desire What human word will ever express thy slightest caress When passion sways man, reason follows him weeping and warning Who has told you that tears can wash away the stains of guilt Wine suffuses the face as if to prevent shame appearing there You believe in what is said here below and not in what is done You play with happiness as a child plays with a rattle You turn the leaves of dead books Your great weapon is silence Youth is to judge of the world from first impressions MONSIEUR DE CAMORS BY OCTAVE FEUILLET MONSIEUR DE CAMORS BY OCTAVE FEUILLET, V1 [IM#30][im30b10.txt]3943 Bad to fear the opinion of people one despises Camors refused, hesitated, made objections, and consented Confounding progress with discord, liberty with license Contempt for men is the beginning of wisdom Cried out, with the blunt candor of his age Dangers of liberty outweighed its benefits Demanded of him imperatively--the time of day Do not get angry. Rarely laugh, and never weep Every cause that is in antagonism with its age commits suicide Every one is the best judge of his own affairs Every road leads to Rome--and one as surely as another God--or no principles! He is charming, for one always feels in danger near him Intemperance of her zeal and the acrimony of her bigotry Man, if he will it, need not grow old: the lion must Never can make revolutions with gloves on Once an excellent remedy, is a detestable regimen Pleasures of an independent code of morals Police regulations known as religion Principles alone, without faith in some higher sanction Property of all who are strong enough to stand it 'Semel insanivimus omnes.' (every one has his madness) Slip forth from the common herd, my son, think for yourself Suspicion that he is a feeble human creature after all! There will be no more belief in Christ than in Jupiter Ties that become duties where we only sought pleasures Truth is easily found. I shall read all the newspapers Whether in this world one must be a fanatic or nothing Whole world of politics and religion rushed to extremes With the habit of thinking, had not lost the habit of laughing You can not make an omelette without first breaking the eggs MONSIEUR DE CAMORS BY OCTAVE FEUILLET, V2 [IM#31][im31b10.txt]3944 A defensive attitude is never agreeable to a man Believing that it is for virtue's sake alone such men love them Determined to cultivate ability rather than scrupulousness Disenchantment which follows possession Have not that pleasure, it is useless to incur the penalties Inconstancy of heart is the special attribute of man Knew her danger, and, unlike most of them, she did not love it Put herself on good terms with God, in case He should exist Two persons who desired neither to remember nor to forget MONSIEUR DE CAMORS BY OCTAVE FEUILLET, V3 [IM#32][im32b10.txt]3945 A man never should kneel unless sure of rising a conqueror One of those pious persons who always think evil ENTIRE MONSIEUR DE CAMORS BY OCT. Feuillet [IM#33][im33b10.txt]3946 A man never should kneel unless sure of rising a conqueror A defensive attitude is never agreeable to a man Bad to fear the opinion of people one despises Believing that it is for virtue's sake alone such men love them Camors refused, hesitated, made objections, and consented Confounding progress with discord, liberty with license Contempt for men is the beginning of wisdom Cried out, with the blunt candor of his age Dangers of liberty outweighed its benefits Demanded of him imperatively--the time of day Determined to cultivate ability rather than scrupulousness Disenchantment which follows possession Do not get angry. Rarely laugh, and never weep Every one is the best judge of his own affairs Every road leads to Rome--and one as surely as another Every cause that is in antagonism with its age commits suicide God--or no principles! Have not that pleasure, it is useless to incur the penalties He is charming, for one always feels in danger near him Inconstancy of heart is the special attribute of man Intemperance of her zeal and the acrimony of her bigotry Knew her danger, and, unlike most of them, she did not love it Man, if he will it, need not grow old: the lion must Never can make revolutions with gloves on Once an excellent remedy, is a detestable regimen One of those pious persons who always think evil Pleasures of an independent code of morals Police regulations known as religion Principles alone, without faith in some higher sanction Property of all who are strong enough to stand it Put herself on good terms with God, in case He should exist Semel insanivimus omnes.' (every one has his madness) Slip forth from the common herd, my son, think for yourself Suspicion that he is a feeble human creature after all! There will be no more belief in Christ than in Jupiter Ties that become duties where we only sought pleasures Truth is easily found. I shall read all the newspapers Two persons who desired neither to remember nor to forget Whether in this world one must be a fanatic or nothing Whole world of politics and religion rushed to extremes With the habit of thinking, had not lost the habit of laughing You can not make an omelette without first breaking the eggs CINQ MARS, BY ALFRED DE VIGNY CINQ MARS, BY ALFRED DE VIGNY, V1 [IM#34][im34b10.txt]3947 Adopted fact is always better composed than the real one Advantage that a calm temper gives one over men Art is the chosen truth Artificialities of style of that period Artistic Truth, more lofty than the True As Homer says, "smiling under tears" Difference which I find between Truth in art and the True in fac Happy is he who does not outlive his youth He did not blush to be a man, and he spoke to men with force History too was a work of art In every age we laugh at the costume of our fathers It is not now what it used to be It is too true that virtue also has its blush Lofty ideal of woman and of love Money is not a common thing between gentlemen like you and me Monsieur, I know that I have lived too long Neither idealist nor realist No writer had more dislike of mere pedantry Offices will end by rendering great names vile Princesses ceded like a town, and must not even weep Principle that art implied selection Recommended a scrupulous observance of nature Remedy infallible against the plague and against reserve True talent paints life rather than the living Truth, I here venture to distinguish from that of the True Urbain Grandier What use is the memory of facts, if not to serve as an example Woman is more bitter than death, and her arms are like chains Yes, we are in the way here CINQ MARS, BY ALFRED DE VIGNY, V2 [IM#35][im35b10.txt]3948 Doubt, the greatest misery of love Never interfered in what did not concern him So strongly does force impose upon men The usual remarks prompted by imbecility on such occasions CINQ MARS, BY ALFRED DE VIGNY, V3 [IM#36][im36b10.txt]3949 Ambition is the saddest of all hopes Assume with others the mien they wore toward him Men are weak, and there are things which women must accomplish CINQ MARS, BY ALFRED DE VIGNY, V4 [IM#37][im37b10.txt]3950 A queen's country is where her throne is All that he said, I had already thought Always the first word which is the most difficult to say Dare now to be silent when I have told you these things Daylight is detrimental to them Friendship exists only in independence and a kind of equality I have burned all the bridges behind me In pitying me he forgot himself In times like these we must see all and say all Reproaches are useless and cruel if the evil is done Should be punished for not having known how to punish Tears for the future The great leveller has swung a long scythe over France The most in favor will be the soonest abandoned by him This popular favor is a cup one must drink This was the Dauphin, afterward Louis XIV CINQ MARS, BY ALFRED DE VIGNY, V5 [IM#38][im38b10.txt]3951 They have believed me incapable because I was kind They tremble while they threaten CINQ MARS, BY ALFRED DE VIGNY, V6 [IM#39][im39b10.txt]3952 A cat is a very fine animal. It is a drawing-room tiger But how avenge one's self on silence? Deny the spirit of self-sacrifice Hatred of everything which is superior to myself Hermits can not refrain from inquiring what men say of them Princes ought never to be struck, except on the head These ideas may serve as opium to produce a calm They loved not as you love, eh? THE ENTIRE CINQ MARS, BY ALFRED DE VIGNY [IM#40][im40b10.txt]3953 A cat is a very fine animal. It is a drawing-room tiger A queen's country is where her throne is Adopted fact is always better composed than the real one Advantage that a calm temper gives one over men All that he said, I had already thought Always the first word which is the most difficult to say Ambition is the saddest of all hopes Art is the chosen truth Artificialities of style of that period Artistic Truth, more lofty than the True As Homer says, "smiling under tears" Assume with others the mien they wore toward him But how avenge one's self on silence? Dare now to be silent when I have told you these things Daylight is detrimental to them Deny the spirit of self-sacrifice Difference which I find between Truth in art and the True in fac Doubt, the greatest misery of love Friendship exists only in independence and a kind of equality Happy is he who does not outlive his youth Hatred of everything which is superior to myself He did not blush to be a man, and he spoke to men with force Hermits can not refrain from inquiring what men say of them History too was a work of art I have burned all the bridges behind me In pitying me he forgot himself In every age we laugh at the costume of our fathers In times like these we must see all and say all It is not now what it used to be It is too true that virtue also has its blush Lofty ideal of woman and of love Men are weak, and there are things which women must accomplish Money is not a common thing between gentlemen like you and me Monsieur, I know that I have lived too long Neither idealist nor realist Never interfered in what did not concern him No writer had more dislike of mere pedantry Offices will end by rendering great names vile Princes ought never to be struck, except on the head Princesses ceded like a town, and must not even weep Principle that art implied selection Recommended a scrupulous observance of nature Remedy infallible against the plague and against reserve Reproaches are useless and cruel if the evil is done Should be punished for not having known how to punish So strongly does force impose upon men Tears for the future The great leveller has swung a long scythe over France The most in favor will be the soonest abandoned by him The usual remarks prompted by imbecility on such occasions These ideas may serve as opium to produce a calm They tremble while they threaten They have believed me incapable because I was kind They loved not as you love, eh? This popular favor is a cup one must drink This was the Dauphin, afterward Louis XIV True talent paints life rather than the living Truth, I here venture to distinguish from that of the True Urbain Grandier What use is the memory of facts, if not to serve as an example Woman is more bitter than death, and her arms are like chains Yes, we are in the way here L'ABBE CONSTANTIN BY LUDOVIC HALEVY L'ABBE CONSTANTIN BY LUDOVIC HALEVY, V1 [IM#41][im41b10.txt]3954 Ancient pillars of stone, embrowned and gnawed by time And they are shoulders which ought to be seen But she will give me nothing but money Duty, simply accepted and simply discharged God may have sent him to purgatory just for form's sake He led the brilliant and miserable existence of the unoccupied If there is one! (a paradise) Never foolish to spend money. The folly lies in keeping it Often been compared to Eugene Sue, but his touch is lighter One half of his life belonged to the poor Succeeded in wearying him by her importunities and tenderness The history of good people is often monotonous or painful The women have enough religion for the men L'ABBE CONSTANTIN BY LUDOVIC HALEVY, V2 [IM#42][im42b10.txt]3955 Believing themselves irresistible Frenchman has only one real luxury--his revolutions Great difference between dearly and very much Had not told all--one never does tell all In order to make money, the first thing is to have no need of it To learn to obey is the only way of learning to command L'ABBE CONSTANTIN BY LUDOVIC HALEVY, V3 [IM#43][im43b10.txt]3956 Love and tranquillity seldom dwell at peace in the same heart One may think of marrying, but one ought not to try to marry APR 2003 ENTIRE L'ABBE CONSTANTIN BY LUDOVIC HALEVY [IM#44][im44b10.txt]3957 Ancient pillars of stone, embrowned and gnawed by time And they are shoulders which ought to be seen Believing themselves irresistible But she will give me nothing but money Duty, simply accepted and simply discharged Frenchman has only one real luxury--his revolutions God may have sent him to purgatory just for form's sake Great difference between dearly and very much Had not told all--one never does tell all He led the brilliant and miserable existence of the unoccupied If there is one! (a paradise) In order to make money, the first thing is to have no need of it Love and tranquillity seldom dwell at peace in the same heart Never foolish to spend money. The folly lies in keeping it Often been compared to Eugene Sue, but his touch is lighter One half of his life belonged to the poor One may think of marrying, but one ought not to try to marry Succeeded in wearying him by her importunities and tenderness The women have enough religion for the men The history of good people is often monotonous or painful To learn to obey is the only way of learning to command A ROMANCE OF YOUTH BY FRANCOIS COPPEE, V1 [IM#45][im45b10.txt]3958 Break in his memory, like a book with several leaves torn out Inoffensive tree which never had harmed anybody It was all delightfully terrible! Mild, unpretentious men who let everybody run over them Now his grief was his wife, and lived with him Tediousness seems to ooze out through their bindings Tired smile of those who have not long to live Trees are like men; there are some that have no luck Voice of the heart which alone has power to reach the heart When he sings, it is because he has something to sing about A ROMANCE OF YOUTH BY FRANCOIS COPPEE, V2 [IM#46][im46b10.txt]3959 Dreams, instead of living Fortunate enough to keep those one loves Learned that one leaves college almost ignorant Paint from nature The sincere age when one thinks aloud Upon my word, there are no ugly ones (women) Very young, and was in love with love A ROMANCE OF YOUTH BY FRANCOIS COPPEE, V3 [IM#47][im47b10.txt]3960 Good form consists, above all things, in keeping silent Intimate friend, whom he has known for about five minutes My good fellow, you are quite worthless as a man of pleasure Society people condemned to hypocrisy and falsehood A ROMANCE OF YOUTH BY FRANCOIS COPPEE, V4 [IM#48][im48b10.txt]3961 Egotists and cowards always have a reason for everything Eternally condemned to kill each other in order to live God forgive the timid and the prattler! Happiness exists only by snatches and lasts only a moment He almost regretted her He does not know the miseries of ambition and vanity How sad these old memorics are in the autumn Never travel when the heart is troubled! Not more honest than necessary Poor France of Jeanne d'Arc and of Napoleon Redouble their boasting after each defeat Take their levity for heroism The leaves fall! the leaves fall! Universal suffrage, with its accustomed intelligence Were certain against all reason ENTIRE ROMANCE OF YOUTH BY FRANCOIS COPPEE [IM#49][im49b10.txt]3962 Break in his memory, like a book with several leaves torn out Dreams, instead of living Egotists and cowards always have a reason for everything Eternally condemned to kill each other in order to live Fortunate enough to keep those one loves God forgive the timid and the prattler! Good form consists, above all things, in keeping silent Happiness exists only by snatches and lasts only a moment He does not know the miseries of ambition and vanity He almost regretted her How sad these old memorics are in the autumn Inoffensive tree which never had harmed anybody Intimate friend, whom he has known for about five minutes It was all delightfully terrible! Learned that one leaves college almost ignorant Mild, unpretentious men who let everybody run over them My good fellow, you are quite worthless as a man of pleasure Never travel when the heart is troubled! Not more honest than necessary Now his grief was his wife, and lived with him Paint from nature Poor France of Jeanne d'Arc and of Napoleon Redouble their boasting after each defeat Society people condemned to hypocrisy and falsehood Take their levity for heroism Tediousness seems to ooze out through their bindings The leaves fall! the leaves fall! The sincere age when one thinks aloud Tired smile of those who have not long to live Trees are like men; there are some that have no luck Universal suffrage, with its accustomed intelligence Upon my word, there are no ugly ones (women) Very young, and was in love with love Voice of the heart which alone has power to reach the heart Were certain against all reason When he sings, it is because he has something to sing about COSMOPOLIS BY PAUL BOURGET COSMOPOLIS BY PAUL BOURGET, V1 [IM#50][im50b10.txt]3963 Follow their thoughts instead of heeding objects Has as much sense as the handle of a basket Mediocre sensibility No flies enter a closed mouth Pitiful checker-board of life Scarcely a shade of gentle condescension That you can aid them in leading better lives? The forests have taught man liberty There is an intelligent man, who never questions his ideas Thinking it better not to lie on minor points Too prudent to risk or gain much Walked at the rapid pace characteristic of monomaniacs COSMOPOLIS BY PAUL BOURGET, V2 [IM#51][im51b10.txt]3964 Conditions of blindness so voluntary that they become complicity Despotism natural to puissant personalities Egyptian tobacco, mixed with opium and saltpetre Have never known in the morning what I would do in the evening I no longer love you Imagine what it would be never to have been born Melancholy problem of the birth and death of love Only one thing infamous in love, and that is a falsehood Words are nothing; it is the tone in which they are uttered COSMOPOLIS BY PAUL BOURGET, V3 [IM#52][im52b10.txt]3965 One of those trustful men who did not judge when they loved That suffering which curses but does not pardon COSMOPOLIS BY PAUL BOURGET, V4 [IM#53][im53b10.txt]3966 Mobile and complaisant conscience had already forgiven himself Not an excuse, but an explanation of your conduct Sufficed him to conceive the plan of a reparation There is always and everywhere a duty to fulfil ENTIRE COSMOPOLIS BY PAUL BOURGET [IM#54][im54b10.txt]3967 Conditions of blindness so voluntary that they become complicity Despotism natural to puissant personalities Egyptian tobacco, mixed with opium and saltpetre Follow their thoughts instead of heeding objects Has as much sense as the handle of a basket Have never known in the morning what I would do in the evening I no longer love you Imagine what it would be never to have been born Mediocre sensibility Melancholy problem of the birth and death of love Mobile and complaisant conscience had already forgiven himself No flies enter a closed mouth Not an excuse, but an explanation of your conduct One of those trustful men who did not judge when they loved Only one thing infamous in love, and that is a falsehood Pitiful checker-board of life Scarcely a shade of gentle condescension Sufficed him to conceive the plan of a reparation That suffering which curses but does not pardon That you can aid them in leading better lives? The forests have taught man liberty There is an intelligent man, who never questions his ideas There is always and everywhere a duty to fulfil Thinking it better not to lie on minor points Too prudent to risk or gain much Walked at the rapid pace characteristic of monomaniacs Words are nothing; it is the tone in which they are uttered JACQUELINE BY TH. BENTZON (MME. BLANC) JACQUELINE BY TH. BENTZON (MME. BLANC), V1 [IM#55][im55b10.txt]3968 Great interval between a dream and its execution Music--so often dangerous to married happiness Old women--at least thirty years old! Seldom troubled himself to please any one he did not care for Small women ought not to grow stout Sympathetic listening, never having herself anything to say The bandage love ties over the eyes of men Waste all that upon a thing that nobody will ever look at Women who are thirty-five should never weep JACQUELINE BY TH. BENTZON (MME. BLANC), V2 [IM#56][im56b10.txt]3969 A mother's geese are always swans Bathers, who exhibited themselves in all degrees of ugliness Fred's verses were not good, but they were full of dejection Hang out the bush, but keep no tavern A familiarity which, had he known it, was not flattering His sleeplessness was not the insomnia of genius Importance in this world are as easily swept away as the sand Natural longing, that we all have, to know the worst Notion of her husband's having an opinion of his own Pride supplies some sufferers with necessary courage Seemed to enjoy themselves, or made believe they did This unending warfare we call love Unwilling to leave him to the repose he needed JACQUELINE BY TH. BENTZON (MME. BLANC), V3 [IM#57][im57b10.txt]3970 As we grow older we lay aside harsh judgments and sharp words Blow which annihilates our supreme illusion Death is not that last sleep Fool (there is no cure for that infirmity) The worst husband is always better than none ENTIRE JACQUELINE BY BENTZON (MME. BLANC [IM#58][im58b10.txt]3971 A familiarity which, had he known it, was not flattering A mother's geese are always swans As we grow older we lay aside harsh judgments and sharp words Bathers, who exhibited themselves in all degrees of ugliness Blow which annihilates our supreme illusion Death is not that last sleep Fool (there is no cure for that infirmity) Fred's verses were not good, but they were full of dejection Great interval between a dream and its execution Hang out the bush, but keep no tavern His sleeplessness was not the insomnia of genius Importance in this world are as easily swept away as the sand Music--so often dangerous to married happiness Natural longing, that we all have, to know the worst Notion of her husband's having an opinion of his own Old women--at least thirty years old! Pride supplies some sufferers with necessary courage Seemed to enjoy themselves, or made believe they did Seldom troubled himself to please any one he did not care for Small women ought not to grow stout Sympathetic listening, never having herself anything to say The bandage love ties over the eyes of men The worst husband is always better than none This unending warfare we call love Unwilling to leave him to the repose he needed Waste all that upon a thing that nobody will ever look at Women who are thirty-five should never weep THE INK-STAIN BY RENE BAZIN THE INK-STAIN BY RENE BAZIN, V1 [IM#59][im59b10.txt]3972 Happy men don't need company Lends--I should say gives Natural only when alone, and talk well only to themselves One doesn't offer apologies to a man in his wrath Silence, alas! is not the reproof of kings alone The looks of the young are always full of the future You a law student, while our farmers are in want of hands THE INK-STAIN BY RENE BAZIN, V2 [IM#60][im60b10.txt]3973 Came not in single spies, but in battalions Men forget sooner Skilful actor, who apes all the emotions while feeling none Sorrows shrink into insignificance as the horizon broadens Surprise goes for so much in what we admire To be your own guide doubles your pleasure You must always first get the tobacco to burn evenly THE INK-STAIN BY RENE BAZIN, V3 [IM#61][im61b10.txt]3974 All that a name is to a street--its honor, its spouse Distrust first impulse Felix culpa Hard that one can not live one's life over twice He always loved to pass for being overwhelmed with work I don't call that fishing If trouble awaits us, hope will steal us a happy hour or two Obstacles are the salt of all our joys People meeting to "have it out" usually say nothing at first The very smell of books is improving There are some blunders that are lucky; but you can't tell You ask Life for certainties, as if she had any to give you ENTIRE THE INK-STAIN BY RENE BAZIN [IM#62][im62b10.txt]3975 All that a name is to a street--its honor, its spouse Came not in single spies, but in battalions Distrust first impulse Felix culpa Happy men don't need company Hard that one can not live one's life over twice He always loved to pass for being overwhelmed with work I don't call that fishing If trouble awaits us, hope will steal us a happy hour or two Lends--I should say gives Men forget sooner Natural only when alone, and talk well only to themselves Obstacles are the salt of all our joys One doesn't offer apologies to a man in his wrath People meeting to "have it out" usually say nothing at first Silence, alas! is not the reproof of kings alone Skilful actor, who apes all the emotions while feeling none Sorrows shrink into insignificance as the horizon broadens Surprise goes for so much in what we admire The very smell of books is improving The looks of the young are always full of the future There are some blunders that are lucky; but you can't tell To be your own guide doubles your pleasure You a law student, while our farmers are in want of hands You must always first get the tobacco to burn evenly You ask Life for certainties, as if she had any to give you FROMONT AND RISLER BY ALPHONSE DAUDET FROMONT AND RISLER BY ALPHONSE DAUDET, V1 [IM#63][im63b10.txt]3976 Affectation of indifference Always smiling condescendingly Convent of Saint Joseph, four shoes under the bed! Deeming every sort of occupation beneath him Dreams of wealth and the disasters that immediately followed He fixed the time mentally when he would speak Little feathers fluttering for an opportunity to fly away No one has ever been able to find out what her thoughts were Pass half the day in procuring two cakes, worth three sous She was of those who disdain no compliment Such artificial enjoyment, such idiotic laughter Superiority of the man who does nothing over the man who works Terrible revenge she would take hereafter for her sufferings The groom isn't handsome, but the bride's as pretty as a picture The poor must pay for all their enjoyments FROMONT AND RISLER BY ALPHONSE DAUDET, V2 [IM#64][im64b10.txt]3977 Charm of that one day's rest and its solemnity Clashing knives and forks mark time Faces taken by surprise allow their real thoughts to be seen Make for themselves a horizon of the neighboring walls and roofs Wiping his forehead ostentatiously FROMONT AND RISLER BY ALPHONSE DAUDET, V3 [IM#65][im65b10.txt]3978 Abundant details which he sometimes volunteered Exaggerated dramatic pantomime Void in her heart, a place made ready for disasters to come Would have liked him to be blind only so far as he was concerned FROMONT AND RISLER BY ALPHONSE DAUDET, V4 [IM#66][im66b10.txt]3979 A man may forgive, but he never forgets Word "sacrifice," so vague on careless lips THE ENTIRE FROMONT AND RISLER, BY DAUDET [IM#67][im67b10.txt]3980 A man may forgive, but he never forgets Abundant details which he sometimes volunteered Affectation of indifference Always smiling condescendingly Charm of that one day's rest and its solemnity Clashing knives and forks mark time Convent of Saint Joseph, four shoes under the bed! Deeming every sort of occupation beneath him Dreams of wealth and the disasters that immediately followed Exaggerated dramatic pantomime Faces taken by surprise allow their real thoughts to be seen He fixed the time mentally when he would speak Little feathers fluttering for an opportunity to fly away Make for themselves a horizon of the neighboring walls and roofs No one has ever been able to find out what her thoughts were Pass half the day in procuring two cakes, worth three sous She was of those who disdain no compliment Such artificial enjoyment, such idiotic laughter Superiority of the man who does nothing over the man who works Terrible revenge she would take hereafter for her sufferings The poor must pay for all their enjoyments The groom isn't handsome, but the bride's as pretty as a picture Void in her heart, a place made ready for disasters to come Wiping his forehead ostentatiously Word "sacrifice," so vague on careless lips Would have liked him to be blind only so far as he was concerned GERFAUT, BY CHARLES DE BERNARD GERFAUT BY CHARLES DE BERNARD, V1 [IM#68][im68b10.txt]3981 Evident that the man was above his costume; a rare thing! Mania for fearing that she may be compromised Material in you to make one of Cooper's redskins Recourse to concessions is often as fatal to women as to kings Those whom they most amuse are those who are best worth amusing Trying to conceal by a smile (a blush) When one speaks of the devil he appears Wiped his nose behind his hat, like a well-bred orator GERFAUT BY CHARLES DE BERNARD, V2 [IM#69][im69b10.txt]3982 I believed it all; one is so happy to believe! It is a terrible step for a woman to take, from No to Yes Lady who requires urging, although she is dying to sing Let them laugh that win! Let ultra-modesty destroy poetry Misfortunes never come single No woman is unattainable, except when she loves another These are things that one admits only to himself Topics that occupy people who meet for the first time You are playing 'who loses wins!' GERFAUT BY CHARLES DE BERNARD, V3 [IM#70][im70b10.txt]3983 Antipathy for her husband bordering upon aversion Attractions that difficulties give to pleasure Consented to become a wife so as not to remain a maiden Despotic tone which a woman assumes when sure of her empire Love is a fire whose heat dies out for want of fuel Regards his happiness as a proof of superiority She said yes, so as not to say no GERFAUT BY CHARLES DE BERNARD, V4 [IM#71][im71b10.txt]3984 Attractive abyss of drunkenness Obstinacy of drunkenness THE ENTIRE GERFAUT BY CHARLES DE BERNARD [IM#72][im72b10.txt]3985 Antipathy for her husband bordering upon aversion Attractions that difficulties give to pleasure Attractive abyss of drunkenness Consented to become a wife so as not to remain a maiden Despotic tone which a woman assumes when sure of her empire Evident that the man was above his costume; a rare thing! I believed it all; one is so happy to believe! It is a terrible step for a woman to take, from No to Yes Lady who requires urging, although she is dying to sing Let them laugh that win! Let ultra-modesty destroy poetry Love is a fire whose heat dies out for want of fuel Mania for fearing that she may be compromised Material in you to make one of Cooper's redskins Misfortunes never come single No woman is unattainable, except when she loves another Obstinacy of drunkenness Recourse to concessions is often as fatal to women as to kings Regards his happiness as a proof of superiority She said yes, so as not to say no These are things that one admits only to himself Those whom they most amuse are those who are best worth amusing Topics that occupy people who meet for the first time Trying to conceal by a smile (a blush) When one speaks of the devil he appears Wiped his nose behind his hat, like a well-bred orator You are playing 'who loses wins!' CONSCIENCE BY HECTOR MALOT CONSCIENCE BY HECTOR MALOT, V1 [IM#73][im73b10.txt]3986 As free from prejudices as one may be, one always retains a few As ignorant as a schoolmaster Confidence in one's self is strength, but it is also weakness Conscience is a bad weighing-machine Conscience is only an affair of environment and of education Find it more easy to make myself feared than loved Force, which is the last word of the philosophy of life I believed in the virtue of work, and look at me! Intelligent persons have no remorse It is only those who own something who worry about the price Leant--and when I did not lose my friends I lost my money Leisure must be had for light reading, and even more for love People whose principle was never to pay a doctor Power to work, that was never disturbed or weakened by anything Reason before the deed, and not after Will not admit that conscience is the proper guide of our action CONSCIENCE BY HECTOR MALOT, V2 [IM#74][im74b10.txt]3987 For the rest of his life he would be the prisoner of his crime In his eyes everything was decided by luck Looking for a needle in a bundle of hay Neither so simple nor so easy as they at first appeared CONSCIENCE BY HECTOR MALOT, V3 [IM#75][im75b10.txt]3988 It is the first crime that costs Repeated and explained what he had already said and explained You love me, therefore you do not know me CONSCIENCE BY HECTOR MALOT, V4 [IM#76][im76b10.txt]3989 He did not sleep, so much the better! He would work more One does not judge those whom one loves She could not bear contempt The strong walk alone because they need no one We are so unhappy that our souls are weak against joy We weep, we do not complain THE ENTIRE CONSCIENCE BY HECTOR MALOT [IM#77][im77b10.txt]3990 As ignorant as a schoolmaster As free from prejudices as one may be, one always retains a few Confidence in one's self is strength, but it is also weakness Conscience is a bad weighing-machine Conscience is only an affair of environment and of education Find it more easy to make myself feared than loved For the rest of his life he would be the prisoner of his crime Force, which is the last word of the philosophy of life He did not sleep, so much the better! He would work more I believed in the virtue of work, and look at me! In his eyes everything was decided by luck Intelligent persons have no remorse It is the first crime that costs It is only those who own something who worry about the price Leant--and when I did not lose my friends I lost my money Leisure must be had for light reading, and even more for love Looking for a needle in a bundle of hay Neither so simple nor so easy as they at first appeared One does not judge those whom one loves People whose principle was never to pay a doctor Power to work, that was never disturbed or weakened by anything Reason before the deed, and not after Repeated and explained what he had already said and explained She could not bear contempt The strong walk alone because they need no one We are so unhappy that our souls are weak against joy We weep, we do not complain Will not admit that conscience is the proper guide of our action You love me, therefore you do not know me MADAME CHRYSANTHEME BY PIERRE LOTI MADAME CHRYSANTHEME BY PIERRE LOTI, V1 [IM#78][im78b10.txt]3991 Efforts to arrange matters we succeed often only in disarranging Irritating laugh which is peculiar to Japan Ordinary, trivial, every-day objects Seeking for a change which can no longer be found MADAME CHRYSANTHEME BY PIERRE LOTI, V2 [IM#79][im79b10.txt]3992 Ah! the natural perversity of inanimate things Found nothing that answered to my indefinable expectations Habit turns into a makeshift of attachment I know not what lost home that I have failed to find When the inattentive spirits are not listening MADAME CHRYSANTHEME BY PIERRE LOTI, V3 [IM#80][im80b10.txt]3993 Dull hours spent in idle and diffuse conversation Prayers swallowed like pills by invalids at a distance Trees, dwarfed by a Japanese process Which I should find amusing in any one else,--any one I loved MADAME CHRYSANTHEME BY PIERRE LOTI, V4 [IM#81][im81b10.txt]3994 Japanese habit of expressing myself with excessive politeness Contemptuous pity, both for my suspicions and the cause of them THE ENTIRE MADAME CRYSANTHEME BY LOTI [IM#82][im82b10.txt]3995 Ah! the natural perversity of inanimate things Contemptuous pity, both for my suspicions and the cause of them Dull hours spent in idle and diffuse conversation Efforts to arrange matters we succeed often only in disarranging Found nothing that answered to my indefinable expectations Habit turns into a makeshift of attachment I know not what lost home that I have failed to find Irritating laugh which is peculiar to Japan Japanese habit of expressing myself with excessive politeness Ordinary, trivial, every-day objects Prayers swallowed like pills by invalids at a distance Seeking for a change which can no longer be found Trees, dwarfed by a Japanese process When the inattentive spirits are not listening Which I should find amusing in any one else,--any one I loved AN "ATTIC PHILOSOPHER" BY E. SOUVESTRE AN "ATTIC PHILOSOPHER" BY E. SOUVESTRE, V1 [IM#83][im83b10.txt]3996 Brought them up to poverty Carn-ival means, literally, "farewell to flesh!" Coffee is the grand work of a bachelor's housekeeping Defeat and victory only displace each other by turns Did not think the world was so great Do they understand what makes them so gay? Each of us regards himself as the mirror of the community Ease with which the poor forget their wretchedness Every one keeps his holidays in his own way Favorite and conclusive answer of his class--"I know" Fear of losing a moment from business Finishes his sin thoroughly before he begins to repent Her kindness, which never sleeps Hubbub of questions which waited for no reply Moderation is the great social virtue No one is so unhappy as to have nothing to give Our tempers are like an opera-glass Poverty, you see, is a famous schoolmistress Prisoners of work Question is not to discover what will suit us Ruining myself, but we must all have our Carnival Two thirds of human existence are wasted in hesitation What a small dwelling joy can live AN "ATTIC" PHILOSOPHER BY E. SOUVESTRE, V2 [IM#84][im84b10.txt]3997 Always to mistake feeling for evidence Fame and power are gifts that are dearly bought Fortune sells what we believe she gives Make himself a name: he becomes public property My patronage has become her property Not desirous to teach goodness Power of necessity Progress can never be forced on without danger So much confidence at first, so much doubt at last The man in power gives up his peace Virtue made friends, but she did not take pupils We are not bound to live, while we are bound to do our duty AN "ATTIC" PHILOSOPHER BY E. SOUVESTRE, V3 [IM#85][im85b10.txt]3998 Ambroise Pare: 'I tend him, God cures him!' Are we then bound to others only by the enforcement of laws Attach a sense of remorse to each of my pleasures But above these ruins rises a calm and happy face Contemptuous pride of knowledge Death, that faithful friend of the wretched Houses are vessels which take mere passengers I make it a rule never to have any hope Ignorant of what there is to wish for Looks on an accomplished duty neither as a merit nor a grievance More stir than work Nothing is dishonorable which is useful Richer than France herself, for I have no deficit in my budget Satisfy our wants, if we know how to set bounds to them Sensible man, who has observed much and speaks little Sullen tempers are excited by the patience of their victims The happiness of the wise man costs but little We do not understand that others may live on their own account What have you done with the days God granted you You may know the game by the lair ENTIRE AN "ATTIC" PHILOSOPHER BY SOUVESTRE [IM#86][im86b10.txt]3999 Always to mistake feeling for evidence Ambroise Pare: 'I tend him, God cures him!' Are we then bound to others only by the enforcement of laws Attach a sense of remorse to each of my pleasures Brought them up to poverty But above these ruins rises a calm and happy face Carn-ival means, literally, "farewell to flesh!" Coffee is the grand work of a bachelor's housekeeping Contemptuous pride of knowledge Death, that faithful friend of the wretched Defeat and victory only displace each other by turns Did not think the world was so great Do they understand what makes them so gay? Each of us regards himself as the mirror of the community Ease with which the poor forget their wretchedness Every one keeps his holidays in his own way Fame and power are gifts that are dearly bought Favorite and conclusive answer of his class--"I know" Fear of losing a moment from business Finishes his sin thoroughly before he begins to repent Fortune sells what we believe she gives Her kindness, which never sleeps Houses are vessels which take mere passengers Hubbub of questions which waited for no reply I make it a rule never to have any hope Ignorant of what there is to wish for Looks on an accomplished duty neither as a merit nor a grievance Make himself a name: he becomes public property Moderation is the great social virtue More stir than work My patronage has become her property No one is so unhappy as to have nothing to give Not desirous to teach goodness Nothing is dishonorable which is useful Our tempers are like an opera-glass Poverty, you see, is a famous schoolmistress Power of necessity Prisoners of work Progress can never be forced on without danger Question is not to discover what will suit us Richer than France herself, for I have no deficit in my budget Ruining myself, but we must all have our Carnival Satisfy our wants, if we know how to set bounds to them Sensible man, who has observed much and speaks little So much confidence at first, so much doubt at las Sullen tempers are excited by the patience of their victims The happiness of the wise man costs but little The man in power gives up his peace Two thirds of human existence are wasted in hesitation Virtue made friends, but she did not take pupils We do not understand that others may live on their own account We are not bound to live, while we are bound to do our duty What have you done with the days God granted you What a small dwelling joy can live You may know the game by the lair ENTIRE PG EDITION OF THE FRENCH IMMORTALS ENTIRE PG EDITION OF THE FRENCH IMMORTALS [IM#87][imewkxxx.xxx]4000 A uniform is the only garb which can hide poverty honorably A man may forgive, but he never forgets A mother's geese are always swans A queen's country is where her throne is A ripe husband, ready to fall from the tree A terrible danger lurks in the knowledge of what is possible A cat is a very fine animal. It is a drawing-room tiger A familiarity which, had he known it, was not flattering A defensive attitude is never agreeable to a man A man weeps with difficulty before a woman A hero must be human. Napoleon was human A woman is frank when she does not lie uselessly A man's life belongs to his duty, and not to his happiness A man never should kneel unless sure of rising a conqueror Abundant details which he sometimes volunteered Accustomed to call its disguise virtue Accustomed to hide what I think Adieu, my son, I love you and I die Adopted fact is always better composed than the real one Advantage that a calm temper gives one over men Affectation of indifference Affection is catching Ah! the natural perversity of inanimate things All that a name is to a street--its honor, its spouse All that was illogical in our social code All that he said, I had already thought All that is not life, it is the noise of life All philosophy is akin to atheism All babies are round, yielding, weak, timid, and soft All defeats have their geneses Always to mistake feeling for evidence Always smiling condescendingly Always the first word which is the most difficult to say Ambiguity has no place, nor has compromise Ambition is the saddest of all hopes Ambroise Pare: 'I tend him, God cures him!' Amusements they offered were either wearisome or repugnant An hour of rest between two ordeals, a smile between two sobs Ancient pillars of stone, embrowned and gnawed by time And I shall say 'damn it,' for I shall then be grown up And they are shoulders which ought to be seen And when love is sure of itself and knows response Anonymous, that velvet mask of scandal-mongers Answer "No," but with a little kiss which means "Yes" Antagonism to plutocracy and hatred of aristocrats Anti-Semitism is making fearful progress everywhere Antipathy for her husband bordering upon aversion Are we then bound to others only by the enforcement of laws Art is the chosen truth Artificialities of style of that period Artistic Truth, more lofty than the True As ignorant as a schoolmaster As free from prejudices as one may be, one always retains a few As Homer says, "smiling under tears" As we grow older we lay aside harsh judgments and sharp words As regards love, intention and deed are the same Assume with others the mien they wore toward him At every step the reality splashes you with mud Attach a sense of remorse to each of my pleasures Attractions that difficulties give to pleasure Attractive abyss of drunkenness Bad to fear the opinion of people one despises Bathers, who exhibited themselves in all degrees of ugliness Because they moved, they thought they were progressing Because you weep, you fondly imagine yourself innocent Become corrupt, and you will cease to suffer Began to forget my own sorrow in my sympathy for her Believing that it is for virtue's sake alone such men love them Believing themselves irresistible Beware of disgust, it is an incurable evil Blow which annihilates our supreme illusion Break in his memory, like a book with several leaves torn out Brilliancy of a fortune too new Brought them up to poverty Bullets are not necessarily on the side of the right But above these ruins rises a calm and happy face But she thinks she is affording you pleasure But how avenge one's self on silence? But if this is our supreme farewell, do not tell me so! But she will give me nothing but money Came not in single spies, but in battalions Camors refused, hesitated, made objections, and consented Can any one prevent a gossip Carn-ival means, literally, "farewell to flesh! Chain so light yesterday, so heavy to-day Charm of that one day's rest and its solemnity Clashing knives and forks mark time Clumsily, blew his nose, to the great relief of his two arms Coffee is the grand work of a bachelor's housekeeping Cold silence, that negative force Conditions of blindness so voluntary that they become complicity Confidence in one's self is strength, but it is also weakness Confounding progress with discord, liberty with license Conscience is a bad weighing-machine Conscience is only an affair of environment and of education Consented to become a wife so as not to remain a maiden Consoled himself with one of the pious commonplaces Contempt for men is the beginning of wisdom Contemptuous pride of knowledge Contemptuous pity, both for my suspicions and the cause of them Contrive to use proud disdain as a shield Convent of Saint Joseph, four shoes under the bed! Cowardly in trouble as he had been insolent in prosperity Cried out, with the blunt candor of his age Curious to know her face of that day Dangers of liberty outweighed its benefits Dare now to be silent when I have told you these things Daylight is detrimental to them Death is more to be desired than a living distaste for life Death is not that last sleep Death, that faithful friend of the wretched Deeming every sort of occupation beneath him Defeat and victory only displace each other by turns Demanded of him imperatively--the time of day Deny the spirit of self-sacrifice Despair of a man sick of life, or the whim of a spoiled child Despotic tone which a woman assumes when sure of her empire Despotism natural to puissant personalities Determined to cultivate ability rather than scrupulousness Did not think the world was so great Difference which I find between Truth in art and the True in fac Disappointed her to escape the danger she had feared Disenchantment which follows possession Distrust first impulse Do you think that people have not talked about us? Do they understand what makes them so gay? Do they think they have invented what they see Do not seek too much Do not get angry. Rarely laugh, and never weep Does not wish one to treat it with either timidity or brutality Does one ever forget? Does one ever possess what one loves? Doubt, the greatest misery of love Dreaded the monotonous regularity of conjugal life Dreams, instead of living Dreams of wealth and the disasters that immediately followed Dull hours spent in idle and diffuse conversation Duty, simply accepted and simply discharged Each was moved with self-pity Each had regained freedom, but he did not like to be alone Each one knows what the other is about to say Each of us regards himself as the mirror of the community Ease with which the poor forget their wretchedness Efforts to arrange matters we succeed often only in disarranging Egotists and cowards always have a reason for everything Egyptian tobacco, mixed with opium and saltpetre Emotion when one does not share it Enough to be nobody's unless I belong to him Eternally condemned to kill each other in order to live Even those who do not love her desire to know her Every man is his own master in his choice of liaisons Every one keeps his holidays in his own way Every one is the best judge of his own affairs Every road leads to Rome--and one as surely as another Every cause that is in antagonism with its age commits suicide Everybody knows about that Everywhere was feverish excitement, dissipation, and nullity Evident that the man was above his costume; a rare thing! Exaggerated dramatic pantomime Faces taken by surprise allow their real thoughts to be seen Fame and power are gifts that are dearly bought Favorite and conclusive answer of his class--"I know" Fawning duplicity Fear of losing a moment from business Felix culpa Find it more easy to make myself feared than loved Finishes his sin thoroughly before he begins to repent First impression is based upon a number of trifles Flayed and roasted alive by the critics Follow their thoughts instead of heeding objects Fool (there is no cure for that infirmity) Fool who destroys his own happiness For the rest of his life he would be the prisoner of his crime Force itself, that mistress of the world Force, which is the last word of the philosophy of life Foreigners are more Parisian than the Parisians themselves Forget a dream and accept a reality Fortunate enough to keep those one loves Fortune sells what we believe she gives Found nothing that answered to my indefinable expectations Fred's verses were not good, but they were full of dejection Frenchman has only one real luxury--his revolutions Friendship exists only in independence and a kind of equality Fringe which makes an unlovely border to the city Funeral processions are no longer permitted Galileo struck the earth, crying: "Nevertheless it moves!" Gave value to her affability by not squandering it God forgive the timid and the prattler! God may have sent him to purgatory just for form's sake God--or no principles! Good and bad days succeeded each other almost regularly Good form consists, above all things, in keeping silent Great interval between a dream and its execution Great sorrows neither accuse nor blaspheme--they listen Great difference between dearly and very much Grief itself was for her but a means of seducing Habit turns into a makeshift of attachment Had not been spoiled by Fortune's gifts Had not told all--one never does tell all Hang out the bush, but keep no tavern Happiness of being pursued Happiness exists only by snatches and lasts only a moment Happy men don't need company Happy is he who does not outlive his youth Hard that one can not live one's life over twice Hard workers are pitiful lovers Has as much sense as the handle of a basket Hatred of everything which is superior to myself Have never known in the morning what I would do in the evening Have not that pleasure, it is useless to incur the penalties He Would Have Been Forty Now He always loved to pass for being overwhelmed with work He almost regretted her He fixed the time mentally when he would speak He does not know the miseries of ambition and vanity He knew now the divine malady of love He lives only in the body He did not blush to be a man, and he spoke to men with force He was very unhappy at being misunderstood He lost his time, his money, his hair, his illusions He is charming, for one always feels in danger near him He does not bear ill-will to those whom he persecutes He could not imagine that often words are the same as actions He studied until the last moment He who is loved by a beautiful woman is sheltered from every blow He is not intelligent enough to doubt He led the brilliant and miserable existence of the unoccupied He did not sleep, so much the better! He would work more Hearty laughter which men affect to assist digestion Heed that you lose not in dignity what you gain in revenge Her husband had become quite bearable Her kindness, which never sleeps Hermits can not refrain from inquiring what men say of them His habit of pleasing had prolonged his youth His sleeplessness was not the insomnia of genius History too was a work of art History is written, not made. Houses are vessels which take mere passengers (Housemaid) is trained to respect my disorder How sad these old memorics are in the autumn How many things have not people been proud of How much they desire to be loved who say they love no more How small a space man occupies on the earth How rich we find ourselves when we rummage in old drawers Hubbub of questions which waited for no reply Human weakness seeks association Husband who loves you and eats off the same plate is better Hypocritical grievances I do not intend either to boast or abase myself I came here for that express purpose I do not accept the hypothesis of a world made for us I don't call that fishing I measure others by myself I am not wandering through life, I am marching on I would give two summers for a single autumn I believed in the virtue of work, and look at me! I neither love nor esteem sadness I might forgive," said Andras; "but I could not forget I believed it all; one is so happy to believe! I am not in the habit of consulting the law I have burned all the bridges behind me I know not what lost home that I have failed to find I can forget you only when I am with you I do not desire your friendship I can not love her, I can not love another I can not be near you and separated from you at the same moment I have known things which I know no more I haven't a taste, I have tastes I no longer love you I boasted of being worse than I really was I thought the best means of being loved were to deserve it I don't pay myself with words I have to pay for the happiness you give me I feel in them (churches) the grandeur of nothingness I love myself because you love me I gave myself to him because he loved me I wished to spoil our past I make it a rule never to have any hope Ideas they think superior to love--faith, habits, interests If there is one! (a paradise) If I do not give all I give nothing If well-informed people are to be believe If trouble awaits us, hope will steal us a happy hour or two Ignorance into which the Greek clergy plunged the laity Ignorant of what there is to wish for Ignorant of everything, undesirous of learning anything Imagine what it would be never to have been born Immobility of time Impatient at praise which was not destined for himself Implacable self-interest which is the law of the world Importance in this world are as easily swept away as the sand In order to make money, the first thing is to have no need of it In his future arrange laurels for a little crown for your own In his eyes everything was decided by luck In times like these we must see all and say all In what do you believe? In pitying me he forgot himself In life it is only nonsense that is common-sense In every age we laugh at the costume of our fathers Incapable of conceiving that one might talk without an object Inconstancy of heart is the special attribute of man Indignation can solace grief and restore happiness Indulgence of which they stand in need themselves Inoffensive tree which never had harmed anybody Insanity is, perhaps, simply the ideal realized Intelligent persons have no remorse Intemperance of her zeal and the acrimony of her bigotry Intimate friend, whom he has known for about five minutes Irritating laugh which is peculiar to Japan Is it not enough to have lived? Is he a dwarf or a giant Is a man ever poor when he has two arms? Is it by law only that you wish to keep me? It is a pity that you must seek pastimes It is not now what it used to be It is silly to blush under certain circumstances It is too true that virtue also has its blush It was a relief when they rose from the table It is an error to be in the right too soon It was torture for her not to be able to rejoin him It was all delightfully terrible! It was too late: she did not wish to win It (science) dreams, too; it supposes It is a terrible step for a woman to take, from No to Yes It is so good to know nothing, nothing, nothing It is only those who own something who worry about the price It does not mend matters to give way like that It is the first crime that costs Japanese habit of expressing myself with excessive politeness Jealous without having the right to be jealous Kissses and caresses are the effort of a delightful despair Knew her danger, and, unlike most of them, she did not love it Knew that life is not worth so much anxiety nor so much hope Lady who requires urging, although she is dying to sing Laughing in every wrinkle of his face Leant--and when I did not lose my friends I lost my money Learn to live without desire Learned that one leaves college almost ignorant Learned to love others by embracing their own children Leisure must be had for light reading, and even more for love Lends--I should say gives Let us give to men irony and pity as witnesses and judges Let them laugh that win! Let ultra-modesty destroy poetry Let the dead past bury its dead! Life is made up of just such trifles Life as a whole is too vast and too remote Life goes on, and that is less gay than the stories Life is not a great thing Life is not so sweet for us to risk ourselves in it singlehanded Life is a tempest Like all timid persons, he took refuge in a moody silence Little feathers fluttering for an opportunity to fly away Little that we can do when we are powerful Lofty ideal of woman and of love Looking for a needle in a bundle of hay Looks on an accomplished duty neither as a merit nor a grievance Love in marriage is, as a rule, too much at his ease Love is a fire whose heat dies out for want of fuel Love was only a brief intoxication Love and tranquillity seldom dwell at peace in the same heart Love is a soft and terrible force, more powerful than beauty Lovers never separate kindly Made life give all it could yield Magnificent air of those beggars of whom small towns are proud Make himself a name: he becomes public property Make a shroud of your virtue in which to bury your crimes Make for themselves a horizon of the neighboring walls and roofs Man who expects nothing of life except its ending Man who suffers wishes to make her whom he loves suffer Man, if he will it, need not grow old: the lion must Man is but one of the links of an immense chain Mania for fearing that she may be compromised Material in you to make one of Cooper's redskins Mediocre sensibility Melancholy problem of the birth and death of love Men of pleasure remain all their lives mediocre workers Men are weak, and there are things which women must accomplish Men admired her; the women sought some point to criticise Men forget sooner Men doubted everything: the young men denied everything Mild, unpretentious men who let everybody run over them Miserable beings who contribute to the grandeur of the past Misfortunes never come single Mobile and complaisant conscience had already forgiven himself Moderation is the great social virtue Money troubles are not mortal Money is not a common thing between gentlemen like you and me Monsieur, I know that I have lived too long More disposed to discover evil than good More stir than work Music--so often dangerous to married happiness My aunt is jealous of me because I am a man of ideas My good fellow, you are quite worthless as a man of pleasure My patronage has become her property Natural longing, that we all have, to know the worst Natural only when alone, and talk well only to themselves Nature's cold indifference to our sufferings Negroes, all but monkeys! Neither so simple nor so easy as they at first appeared Neither idealist nor realist Nervous natures, as prompt to hope as to despair Never interfered in what did not concern him Never can make revolutions with gloves on Never foolish to spend money. The folly lies in keeping it Never is perfect happiness our lot Never travel when the heart is troubled! No answer to make to one who has no right to question me No longer esteemed her highly enough to be jealous of her No one has ever been able to find out what her thoughts were No woman is unattainable, except when she loves another No flies enter a closed mouth No one is so unhappy as to have nothing to give No writer had more dislike of mere pedantry Nobody troubled himself about that originality None but fools resisted the current Not everything is known, but everything is said Not only his last love, but his only love Not more honest than necessary Not desirous to teach goodness Not an excuse, but an explanation of your conduct Nothing is dishonorable which is useful Nothing is so legitimate, so human, as to deceive pain Nothing that provokes laughter more than a disappointed lover Nothing ever astonishes me Notion of her husband's having an opinion of his own Now his grief was his wife, and lived with him Obstacles are the salt of all our joys Obstinacy of drunkenness Of all the sisters of love, the most beautiful is pity Offices will end by rendering great names vile Often been compared to Eugene Sue, but his touch is lighter Old women--at least thirty years old! Once an excellent remedy, is a detestable regimen One who first thought of pasting a canvas on a panel One of those beings who die, as they have lived, children One is never kind when one is in love One half of his life belonged to the poor One would think that the wind would put them out: the stars One of those pious persons who always think evil One of those trustful men who did not judge when they loved One does not judge those whom one loves One should never leave the one whom one loves One may think of marrying, but one ought not to try to marry One amuses one's self at the risk of dying One doesn't offer apologies to a man in his wrath Only a man, wavering and changeable Only one thing infamous in love, and that is a falsehood Opposing his orders with steady, irritating inertia Ordinary, trivial, every-day objects Ostensibly you sit at the feast without paying the cost Others found delight in the most ordinary amusements Our tempers are like an opera-glass Paint from nature Paris has become like a little country town in its gossip Pass half the day in procuring two cakes, worth three sous Patience, should he encounter a dull page here or there People meeting to "have it out" usually say nothing at first People whose principle was never to pay a doctor Perfection does not exist Pessimism of to-day sneering at his confidence of yesterday Picturesquely ugly Pitiful checker-board of life Playing checkers, that mimic warfare of old men Plead the lie to get at the truth Pleasures of an independent code of morals Police regulations known as religion Poor France of Jeanne d'Arc and of Napoleon Poverty brings wrinkles Poverty, you see, is a famous schoolmistress Power to work, that was never disturbed or weakened by anything Power of necessity Prayers swallowed like pills by invalids at a distance Pride supplies some sufferers with necessary courage Princes ought never to be struck, except on the head Princesses ceded like a town, and must not even weep Principle that art implied selection Principles alone, without faith in some higher sanction Prisoners of work Progress can never be forced on without danger Property of all who are strong enough to stand it Pure caprice that I myself mistook for a flash of reason Put herself on good terms with God, in case He should exist Quarrel had been, so to speak, less sad than our reconciliation Question is not to discover what will suit us Rather do not give--make yourself sought after Reading the Memoirs of Constant Reason before the deed, and not after Recesses of her mind which she preferred not to open Reckon yourself happy if in your husband you find a lover Recollection of past dangers to increase the present joy Recommended a scrupulous observance of nature Recourse to concessions is often as fatal to women as to kings Redouble their boasting after each defeat Regards his happiness as a proof of superiority Relatives whom she did not know and who irritated her Remedy infallible against the plague and against reserve Repeated and explained what he had already said and explained Reproaches are useless and cruel if the evil is done Resorted to exaggeration in order to appear original Respect him so that he may respect you Richer than France herself, for I have no deficit in my budget Romanticism still ferments beneath the varnish of Naturalism Ruining myself, but we must all have our Carnival Sacrifice his artistic leanings to popular caprice Satisfy our wants, if we know how to set bounds to them Scarcely a shade of gentle condescension Scarcely was one scheme launched when another idea occurred Sceptic regrets the faith he has lost the power to regain Seeking for a change which can no longer be found Seemed to enjoy themselves, or made believe they did Seemed to him that men were grains in a coffee-mill Seldom troubled himself to please any one he did not care for Semel insanivimus omnes.' (every one has his madness) Sensible man, who has observed much and speaks little Sensitiveness and disposition to self-blame Seven who are always the same: the first is called hope She pretended to hope for the best She said yes, so as not to say no She is happy, since she likes to remember She was of those who disdain no compliment She pleased society by appearing to find pleasure in it She would have liked the world to be in mourning She could not bear contempt Shelter himself in the arms of the weak and recover courage Should be punished for not having known how to punish Should like better to do an immoral thing than a cruel one Silence, alas! is not the reproof of kings alone Simple people who doubt neither themselves nor others Since she was in love, she had lost prudence Skilful actor, who apes all the emotions while feeling none Slip forth from the common herd, my son, think for yourself Small women ought not to grow stout So much confidence at first, so much doubt at las So well satisfied with his reply that he repeated it twice So strongly does force impose upon men Society people condemned to hypocrisy and falsehood Sometimes we seem to enjoy unhappiness Sometimes like to deck the future in the garments of the past Sorrows shrink into insignificance as the horizon broadens Speak to me of your love, she said, "not of your grief St. Augustine Succeeded in wearying him by her importunities and tenderness Such artificial enjoyment, such idiotic laughter Suffered, and yet took pleasure in it Sufferer becomes, as it were, enamored of his own agony Suffering is a human law; the world is an arena Sufficed him to conceive the plan of a reparation Sullen tempers are excited by the patience of their victims Superior men sometimes lack cleverness Superiority of the man who does nothing over the man who works Superstition which forbids one to proclaim his happiness Surprise goes for so much in what we admire Suspicion that he is a feeble human creature after all! Suspicions that are ever born anew Sympathetic listening, never having herself anything to say Take their levity for heroism Taken the times as they are Talk with me sometimes. You will not chatter trivialities Tears for the future Tediousness seems to ooze out through their bindings Terrible words; I deserve them, but they will kill me Terrible revenge she would take hereafter for her sufferings That suffering which curses but does not pardon That you can aid them in leading better lives? That if we live the reason is that we hope That sort of cold charity which is called altruism That absurd and generous fury for ownership The bandage love ties over the eyes of men The future promises, it is the present that pays The discouragement which the irreparable gives The heart requires gradual changes The future that is rent away The most radical breviary of scepticism since Montaigne The door of one's room opens on the infinite The very smell of books is improving The looks of the young are always full of the future The recollection of that moment lasts for a lifetime The worst husband is always better than none The past is the only human reality--Everything that is, is past The man in power gives up his peace The happiness of the wise man costs but little The history of good people is often monotonous or painful The one whom you will love and who will love you will harm you The women have enough religion for the men The violent pleasure of losing The poor must pay for all their enjoyments The great leveller has swung a long scythe over France The real support of a government is the Opposition The politician never should be in advance of circumstances The uncontested power which money brings The strong walk alone because they need no one The leaves fall! the leaves fall! The guilty will not feel your blows, but the innocent The forests have taught man liberty The ease with which he is forgotten The Hungarian was created on horseback The most in favor will be the soonest abandoned by him The usual remarks prompted by imbecility on such occasions The night brings counsel The sincere age when one thinks aloud The groom isn't handsome, but the bride's as pretty as a picture Their Christian charity did not extend so far as that Their love requires a return There are many grand and strong things which you do not feel There is an intelligent man, who never questions his ideas There are some men who never have had any childhood There were too many discussions, and not enough action There are mountains that we never climb but once There are pious falsehoods which the Church excuses There is always and everywhere a duty to fulfil There is nothing good except to ignore and to forget There are some blunders that are lucky; but you can't tell There will be no more belief in Christ than in Jupiter There are two different men in you These are things that one admits only to himself These ideas may serve as opium to produce a calm They tremble while they threaten They loved not as you love, eh? They had only one aim, one passion--to enjoy themselves They are the coffin saying: 'I am the cradle' They have believed me incapable because I was kind Thinking it better not to lie on minor points This popular favor is a cup one must drink This was the Dauphin, afterward Louis XIV This unending warfare we call love Those whom they most amuse are those who are best worth amusing Those who have outlived their illusions Ticking of which (our arteries) can be heard only at night Ties that unite children to parents are unloosed Ties that become duties where we only sought pleasures Ties which unite parents to children are broken Timidity of a night-bird that is made to fly in the day Tired smile of those who have not long to live To make a will is to put one foot into the grave To learn to obey is the only way of learning to command To love is a great deal--To know how to love is everything To be able to smoke a cigar without being sick To be beautiful, must a woman have that thin form To be your own guide doubles your pleasure Toast and white wine (for breakfast) Too prudent to risk or gain much Topics that occupy people who meet for the first time Trees, dwarfed by a Japanese process Trees are like men; there are some that have no luck True talent paints life rather than the living Truth is easily found. I shall read all the newspapers Truth, I here venture to distinguish from that of the True Trying to conceal by a smile (a blush) Trying to make Therese admire what she did not know Two persons who desired neither to remember nor to forget Two thirds of human existence are wasted in hesitation Umbrellas, like black turtles under the watery skies Unable to speak, for each word would have been a sob Unfortunate creature who is the plaything of life Unhappy man!" she cried, "you will never know how to love Universal suffrage, with its accustomed intelligence Unqualified for happiness Unwilling to leave him to the repose he needed Upon my word, there are no ugly ones (women) Urbain Grandier Vague hope came over him that all would come right Very young, and was in love with love Vexed, act in direct contradiction to their own wishes Virtue made friends, but she did not take pupils Voice of the heart which alone has power to reach the heart Void in her heart, a place made ready for disasters to come Walked at the rapid pace characteristic of monomaniacs Was I not warned enough of the sadness of everything? Waste all that upon a thing that nobody will ever look at We are too happy; we are robbing life We had taken the dream of a day for eternal happiness We weep, we do not complain We are so unhappy that our souls are weak against joy We have had a mass celebrated, and it cost us a large sum We are not bound to live, while we are bound to do our duty We do not understand that others may live on their own account We are simple to this degree, that we do not think we are Were certain against all reason What is a man who remains useless What will be the use of having tormented ourselves in this world What use is the memory of facts, if not to serve as an example What you take for love is nothing more than desire What matters it how much we suffer What human word will ever express thy slightest caress What have you done with the days God granted you What a small dwelling joy can live When passion sways man, reason follows him weeping and warning When one speaks of the devil he appears When he sings, it is because he has something to sing about When the inattentive spirits are not listening When time has softened your grief Whether they know or do not know, they talk Whether in this world one must be a fanatic or nothing Which I should find amusing in any one else,--any one I loved Who has told you that tears can wash away the stains of guilt Whole world of politics and religion rushed to extremes Why should I read the newspapers? Why mankind has chosen to call marriage a man-trap Will not admit that conscience is the proper guide of our action Willingly seek a new sorrow Wine suffuses the face as if to prevent shame appearing there Wiped his nose behind his hat, like a well-bred orator Wiping his forehead ostentatiously With the habit of thinking, had not lost the habit of laughing Without a care or a cross, he grew weary like a prisoner Woman is more bitter than death, and her arms are like chains Women who are thirty-five should never weep Women: they are more bitter than death Women do not always confess it, but it is always their fault Word "sacrifice," so vague on careless lips Words are nothing; it is the tone in which they are uttered Would not be astonished at anything Would have liked him to be blind only so far as he was concerned Yes, we are in the way here Yield to their customs, and not pooh-pooh their amusements You are in a conquered country, which is still more dangerous You play with happiness as a child plays with a rattle You love me, therefore you do not know me You have considerable patience for a lover You are talking too much about it to be sincere You can not make an omelette without first breaking the eggs You must be pleased with yourself--that is more essential You are playing 'who loses wins!' 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