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? Is fate so just as that You ask Life for certainties, as if she had any to give you You must always first get the tobacco to burn evenly You a law student, while our farmers are in want of hands You believe in what is said here below and not in what is done You turn the leaves of dead books You must take me with my own soul! You may know the game by the lair Your great weapon is silence Youth is to judge of the world from first impressions

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