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One of the advantages of +internet over paper publication is the ease of quick revision. + +All the titles may be found using the Project Gutenberg search engine +at: + http://promo.net/pg/ + +After downloading a specific file, the location and complete context of +the quotations may be found by inserting a small part of the quotation +into the 'Find' or 'Search' functions of the user's word processing +program. + +The quotations are in two formats: + 1. Small passages from the text. + 2. Lists of alphabetized one-liners. + +The editor may be contacted at <widger@cecomet.net> 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. 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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!' +You suffer? 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