QUOTES AND IMAGES: THE FRENCH IMMORTALS THE FRENCH IMMORTALS CONTENTS THE INK STAIN Rene Bazin JACQUELINE Therese Bentzon (Mme. Blanc) GERFAUT Charles de Bernard COSMOPOLIS Paul Bourget PRINCE ZILAH Jules Caretie A ROMANCE OF YOUTH Francois Coppee FROMONT AND RISLER Alphonse Daudet CINQ MARS Alfred de Vigny M. M. AND BEBE Gustave Droz MONSIEUR DE CAMORS Octave Feuillet THE RED LILY Anatole France ABBE CONSTANTIN Ludovic Halevey CHRYSANTHEME Pierre Loti CONSCIENCE Hector Malot ZIBELINE Phillipe de Massa THE CHILD OF A CENTURY   Alfred de Musset SERGE PANINE   George Ohnet AN "ATTIC" PHILOSOPHER   Emile Souvestre A WOODLAND QUEEN   Andre Theuriet THE INK STAIN, By Rene Bazin All that a name is to a street—its honor, its spouse Came not in single spies, but inbattalions Distrust first impulse Felix culpa Happy men don't need company Hard that one can not live one's lifeover twice He always loved to pass for beingoverwhelmed with work I don't call that fishing If trouble awaits us, hope will stealus a happy hour or two Lends—I should say gives Men forget sooner Natural only when alone, and talk wellonly to themselves Obstacles are the salt of all our joys One doesn't offer apologies to a man inhis wrath People meeting to "have it out" usuallysay nothing at first Silence, alas! is not the reproof ofkings alone Skilful actor, who apes all theemotions while feeling none Sorrows shrink into insignificance asthe horizon broadens Surprise goes for so much in what weadmire The very smell of books is improving The looks of the young are always fullof the future There are some blunders that are lucky;but you can't tell To be your own guide doubles yourpleasure You a law student, while our farmersare in want of hands You must always first get the tobaccoto burn evenly You ask Life for certainties, as if shehad any to give you JACQUELINE, By Therese Bentzon (Mme. Blanc) A familiarity which, had he known it, was not flattering A mother's geese are always swans As we grow older we lay aside harshjudgments and sharp words Bathers, who exhibited themselves inall degrees of ugliness Blow which annihilates our supremeillusion Death is not that last sleep Fool (there is no cure for thatinfirmity) Fred's verses were not good, but theywere full of dejection Great interval between a dream and itsexecution Hang out the bush, but keep no tavern His sleeplessness was not the insomniaof genius Importance in this world are as easilyswept away as the sand Music—so often dangerous to marriedhappiness Natural longing, that we all have, to know the worst Notion of her husband's having anopinion of his own Old women—at least thirty years old! Pride supplies some sufferers withnecessary courage Seemed to enjoy themselves, or madebelieve they did Seldom troubled himself to please anyone he did not care for Small women ought not to grow stout Sympathetic listening, never havingherself anything to say The bandage love ties over the eyesof men The worst husband is always betterthan none This unending warfare we call love Unwilling to leave him to the reposehe needed Waste all that upon a thing that nobodywill ever look at Women who are thirty-five should neverweep GERFAUT, By Charles de Bernard Antipathy for her husband borderingupon aversion Attractions that difficulties giveto pleasure Attractive abyss of drunkenness Consented to become a wife so as notto remain a maiden Despotic tone which a woman assumeswhen sure of her empire Evident that the man was above hiscostume; a rare thing! I believed it all; one is so happy tobelieve! It is a terrible step for a woman totake, from No to Yes Lady who requires urging, although sheis dying to sing Let them laugh that win! Let ultra-modesty destroy poetry Love is a fire whose heat dies out forwant of fuel Mania for fearing that she may becompromised Material in you to make one of Cooper'sredskins Misfortunes never come single No woman is unattainable, except whenshe loves another Obstinacy of drunkenness Recourse to concessions is often asfatal to women as to kings Regards his happiness as a proof ofsuperiority She said yes, so as not to say no These are things that one admits onlyto himself Those whom they most amuse are thosewho are best worth amusing Topics that occupy people who meet forthe 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 awell-bred orator You are playing 'who loses wins!' COSMOPOLIS, By Paul Bourget Conditions of blindness so voluntarythat they become complicity Despotism natural to puissantpersonalities Egyptian tobacco, mixed with opium andsaltpetre Follow their thoughts instead ofheeding objects Has as much sense as the handle of abasket Have never known in the morning what Iwould do in the evening I no longer love you Imagine what it would be never to havebeen born Mediocre sensibility Melancholy problem of the birth anddeath of love Mobile and complaisant conscience hadalready forgiven himself No flies enter a closed mouth Not an excuse, but an explanation ofyour conduct One of those trustful men who did notjudge when they loved Only one thing infamous in love, andthat is a falsehood Pitiful checker-board of life Scarcely a shade of gentlecondescension Sufficed him to conceive the plan of areparation That suffering which curses but doesnot pardon That you can aid them in leading betterlives? The forests have taught man liberty There is an intelligent man, who neverquestions his ideas There is always and everywhere a dutyto fulfil Thinking it better not to lie on minorpoints Too prudent to risk or gain much Walked at the rapid pace characteristicof monomaniacs Words are nothing; it is the tone inwhich they are uttered PRINCE ZILAH, By Jules Claretie 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 ofscandal-mongers At every step the reality splashes youwith mud Bullets are not necessarily on the sideof the right Does one ever forget? Foreigners are more Parisian than theParisians themselves History is written, not made. "I might forgive, " said Andras; "but Icould not forget" If well-informed people are to bebelieve Insanity is, perhaps, simply the idealrealized 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 exceptits ending Nervous natures, as prompt to hope asto despair No answer to make to one who has noright to question me Not only his last love, but his onlylove Nothing ever astonishes me One of those beings who die, as theyhave lived, children Pessimism of to-day sneering at hisconfidence of yesterday Playing checkers, that mimic warfare ofold men Poverty brings wrinkles Sufferer becomes, as it were, enamoredof his own agony Superstition which forbids one toproclaim his happiness Taken the times as they are The Hungarian was created on horseback There were too many discussions, andnot enough action Unable to speak, for each word wouldhave 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 A ROMANCE OF YOUTH, By Francois Coppee Break in his memory, like a book withseveral leaves torn out Dreams, instead of living Egotists and cowards always have areason for everything Eternally condemned to kill each otherin order to live Fortunate enough to keep those oneloves God forgive the timid and the prattler! Good form consists, above all things, in keeping silent Happiness exists only by snatches andlasts only a moment He does not know the miseries ofambition and vanity He almost regretted her How sad these old memorics are in theautumn Inoffensive tree which never had harmedanybody Intimate friend, whom he has known forabout five minutes It was all delightfully terrible! Learned that one leaves college almostignorant Mild, unpretentious men who leteverybody run over them My good fellow, you are quite worthlessas a man of pleasure Never travel when the heart istroubled! Not more honest than necessary Now his grief was his wife, and livedwith him Paint from nature Poor France of Jeanne d'Arc and ofNapoleon Redouble their boasting after eachdefeat Society people condemned to hypocrisyand falsehood Take their levity for heroism Tediousness seems to ooze out throughtheir bindings The leaves fall! the leaves fall! The sincere age when one thinks aloud Tired smile of those who have not longto live Trees are like men; there are some thathave no luck Universal suffrage, with its accustomedintelligence Upon my word, there are no ugly ones(women) Very young, and was in love with love Voice of the heart which alone haspower to reach the heart Were certain against all reason When he sings, it is because he hassomething to sing about FROMONT AND RISLER, By Alphonse Daudet A man may forgive, but he never forgets Abundant details which he sometimesvolunteered Affectation of indifference Always smiling condescendingly Charm of that one day's rest and itssolemnity Clashing knives and forks mark time Convent of Saint Joseph, four shoesunder the bed! Deeming every sort of occupationbeneath him Dreams of wealth and the disasters thatimmediately followed Exaggerated dramatic pantomime Faces taken by surprise allow theirreal thoughts to be seen He fixed the time mentally when hewould speak Little feathers fluttering for anopportunity to fly away Make for themselves a horizon of theneighboring walls and roofs No one has ever been able to find outwhat her thoughts were Pass half the day in procuring twocakes, worth three sous She was of those who disdain nocompliment Such artificial enjoyment, such idioticlaughter Superiority of the man who does nothingover the man who works Terrible revenge she would takehereafter for her sufferings The poor must pay for all theirenjoyments The groom isn't handsome, but thebride's as pretty as a picture Void in her heart, a place made readyfor disasters to come Wiping his forehead ostentatiously Word "sacrifice, " so vague on carelesslips Would have liked him to be blind onlyso far as he was concerned CINQ MARS, By Alfred de Vigny A cat is a very fine animal. It is adrawing-room tiger A queen's country is where her throneis Adopted fact is always better composedthan the real one Advantage that a calm temper gives oneover men All that he said, I had already thought Always the first word which is the mostdifficult 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 theTrue As Homer says, "smiling under tears" Assume with others the mien they woretoward him But how avenge one's self on silence? Dare now to be silent when I have toldyou these things Daylight is detrimental to them Deny the spirit of self-sacrifice Difference which I find between Truthin art and the True in fac Doubt, the greatest misery of love Friendship exists only in independenceand a kind of equality Happy is he who does not outlive hisyouth Hatred of everything which is superiorto myself He did not blush to be a man, and hespoke to men with force Hermits can not refrain from inquiringwhat 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 ofour fathers In times like these we must see all andsay all It is not now what it used to be It is too true that virtue also has itsblush Lofty ideal of woman and of love Men are weak, and there are thingswhich women must accomplish Money is not a common thing betweengentlemen like you and me Monsieur, I know that I have lived toolong Neither idealist nor realist Never interfered in what did notconcern him No writer had more dislike of merepedantry Offices will end by rendering greatnames vile Princes ought never to be struck, except on the head Princesses ceded like a town, and mustnot even weep Principle that art implied selection Recommended a scrupulous observance ofnature Remedy infallible against the plagueand against reserve Reproaches are useless and cruel if theevil is done Should be punished for not having knownhow to punish So strongly does force impose upon men Tears for the future The great leveller has swung a longscythe over France The most in favor will be the soonestabandoned by him The usual remarks prompted byimbecility on such occasions These ideas may serve as opium toproduce a calm They tremble while they threaten They have believed me incapable becauseI was kind They loved not as you love, eh? This popular favor is a cup one mustdrink This was the Dauphin, afterward LouisXIV True talent paints life rather than theliving Truth, I here venture to distinguishfrom that of the True Urbain Grandier What use is the memory of facts, if notto serve as an example Woman is more bitter than death, andher arms are like chains Yes, we are in the way here M. M. AND BEBE, By Gustave Droz A ripe husband, ready to fall from thetree Affection is catching All babies are round, yielding, weak, timid, and soft And I shall say 'damn it, ' for I shallthen be grown up Answer "No, " but with a little kisswhich means "Yes" As regards love, intention and deed arethe same But she thinks she is affording youpleasure Clumsily, blew his nose, to the greatrelief of his two arms Do not seek too much Emotion when one does not share it First impression is based upon a numberof trifles He Would Have Been Forty Now Hearty laughter which men affect toassist digestion How many things have not people beenproud of How rich we find ourselves when werummage in old drawers Husband who loves you and eats off thesame plate is better I would give two summers for a singleautumn I do not accept the hypothesis of aworld made for us I came here for that express purpose I am not wandering through life, I ammarching on Ignorant of everything, undesirous oflearning anything In his future arrange laurels for alittle crown for your own It (science) dreams, too; it supposes It is silly to blush under certaincircumstances Learned to love others by embracingtheir own children Life is not so sweet for us to riskourselves in it singlehanded Love in marriage is, as a rule, toomuch at his ease Man is but one of the links of animmense chain Rather do not give—make yourselfsought after Reckon yourself happy if in yourhusband you find a lover Recollection of past dangers toincrease the present joy Respect him so that he may respect you Shelter himself in the arms of the weakand recover courage Sometimes like to deck the future inthe garments of the past The heart requires gradual changes The future that is rent away The recollection of that moment lastsfor a lifetime The future promises, it is the presentthat pays Their love requires a return There are pious falsehoods which theChurch excuses Ties that unite children to parents areunloosed Ties which unite parents to childrenare broken To be able to smoke a cigar withoutbeing sick To love is a great deal—To know how tolove is everything We are simple to this degree, that wedo not think we are When time has softened your grief Why mankind has chosen to call marriagea man-trap MONSIEUR DE CAMORS, By Octave Feuillet A man never should kneel unless sure ofrising a conqueror A defensive attitude is never agreeableto a man Bad to fear the opinion of people onedespises Believing that it is for virtue's sakealone such men love them Camors refused, hesitated, madeobjections, and consented Confounding progress with discord, liberty with license Contempt for men is the beginning ofwisdom Cried out, with the blunt candor of hisage Dangers of liberty outweighed itsbenefits Demanded of him imperatively—the timeof day Determined to cultivate ability ratherthan scrupulousness Disenchantment which follows possession Do not get angry. Rarely laugh, andnever weep Every one is the best judge of his ownaffairs Every road leads to Rome—and one assurely as another Every cause that is in antagonism withits age commits suicide God—or no principles! Have not that pleasure, it is uselessto incur the penalties He is charming, for one always feels indanger near him Inconstancy of heart is the specialattribute of man Intemperance of her zeal and theacrimony of her bigotry Knew her danger, and, unlike most ofthem, she did not love it Man, if he will it, need not grow old:the lion must Never can make revolutions with gloveson Once an excellent remedy, is adetestable regimen One of those pious persons who alwaysthink evil Pleasures of an independent code ofmorals Police regulations known as religion Principles alone, without faith in somehigher sanction Property of all who are strong enoughto stand it Put herself on good terms with God, incase He should exist 'Semel insanivimus omnes. ' (every onehas his madness) Slip forth from the common herd, myson, think for yourself Suspicion that he is a feeble humancreature after all! There will be no more belief in Christthan in Jupiter Ties that become duties where we onlysought pleasures Truth is easily found. I shall readall the newspapers Two persons who desired neither toremember nor to forget Whether in this world one must be afanatic or nothing Whole world of politics and religionrushed to extremes With the habit of thinking, had notlost the habit of laughing You can not make an omelette withoutfirst breaking the eggs THE RED LILY, By Anatole France A woman is frank when she does not lieuselessly A hero must be human. Napoleon washuman Anti-Semitism is making fearfulprogress everywhere Brilliancy of a fortune too new Curious to know her face of that day Disappointed her to escape the dangershe had feared Do you think that people have nottalked about us? Does not wish one to treat it witheither timidity or brutality Does one ever possess what one loves? Each had regained freedom, but he didnot like to be alone Each was moved with self-pity Everybody knows about that Fringe which makes an unlovely borderto the city Gave value to her affability by notsquandering it He could not imagine that often wordsare 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 whomhe persecutes He knew now the divine malady of love Her husband had become quite bearable His habit of pleasing had prolonged hisyouth (Housemaid) is trained to respect mydisorder I love myself because you love me I can forget you only when I am withyou I wished to spoil our past I feel in them (churches) the grandeurof nothingness I have to pay for the happiness yougive me I gave myself to him because he lovedme I haven't a taste, I have tastes I have known things which I know nomore I do not desire your friendship Ideas they think superior to love—faith, habits, interests Immobility of time Impatient at praise which was notdestined for himself Incapable of conceiving that one mighttalk without an object It was torture for her not to be ableto rejoin him It is an error to be in the right toosoon It was too late: she did not wish towin Jealous without having the right to bejealous Kisses and caresses are the effort ofa delightful despair Knew that life is not worth so muchanxiety nor so much hope Laughing in every wrinkle of his face Learn to live without desire Let us give to men irony and pity aswitnesses and judges Life as a whole is too vast and tooremote Life is made up of just such trifles Life is not a great thing Little that we can do when we arepowerful Love is a soft and terrible force, morepowerful than beauty Love was only a brief intoxication Lovers never separate kindly Made life give all it could yield Magnificent air of those beggars ofwhom small towns are proud Miserable beings who contribute to thegrandeur of the past Nobody troubled himself about thatoriginality None but fools resisted the current Not everything is known, but everythingis said Nothing is so legitimate, so human, asto deceive pain One would think that the wind would putthem out: the stars One who first thought of pasting acanvas on a panel One is never kind when one is in love One should never leave the one whom oneloves Picturesquely ugly Recesses of her mind which shepreferred not to open Relatives whom she did not know and whoirritated her Seemed to him that men were grains in acoffee-mill She pleased society by appearing tofind pleasure in it She is happy, since she likes toremember Should like better to do an immoralthing than a cruel one Simple people who doubt neitherthemselves nor others Since she was in love, she had lostprudence So well satisfied with his reply thathe repeated it twice Superior men sometimes lack cleverness That sort of cold charity which iscalled altruism That if we live the reason is that wehope That absurd and generous fury forownership The most radical breviary of scepticismsince Montaigne The door of one's room opens on theinfinite The past is the only human reality—Everything that is, is past The one whom you will love and who willlove you will harm you The violent pleasure of losing The discouragement which theirreparable gives The real support of a government is theOpposition The politician never should be inadvance of circumstances There is nothing good except to ignoreand to forget There are many grand and strong thingswhich you do not feel They are the coffin saying: 'I am thecradle' To be beautiful, must a woman have thatthin form Trying to make Therese admire what shedid not know Umbrellas, like black turtles under thewatery skies Unfortunate creature who is theplaything of life Was I not warned enough of the sadnessof everything? We are too happy; we are robbing life What will be the use of havingtormented ourselves in this world Whether they know or do not know, theytalk Women do not always confess it, but itis always their fault You must take me with my own soul! ABBE CONSTANTIN, By Ludovic Halevey Ancient pillars of stone, embrowned andgnawed by time And they are shoulders which ought tobe seen Believing themselves irresistible But she will give me nothing but money Duty, simply accepted and simplydischarged Frenchman has only one real luxury—hisrevolutions God may have sent him to purgatory justfor form's sake Great difference between dearly andvery much Had not told all—one never does tellall He led the brilliant and miserableexistence of the unoccupied If there is one! (a paradise) In order to make money, the first thingis to have no need of it Love and tranquillity seldom dwell atpeace in the same heart Never foolish to spend money. Thefolly lies in keeping it Often been compared to Eugene Sue, buthis touch is lighter One half of his life belonged to thepoor One may think of marrying, but oneought not to try to marry Succeeded in wearying him by herimportunities and tenderness The women have enough religion for themen The history of good people is oftenmonotonous or painful To learn to obey is the only way oflearning to command CHRYSANTHEME, By Pierre Loti Ah! the natural perversity of inanimatethings Contemptuous pity, both for mysuspicions and the cause of them Dull hours spent in idle and diffuseconversation Efforts to arrange matters we succeedoften only in disarranging Found nothing that answered to myindefinable expectations Habit turns into a makeshift ofattachment I know not what lost home that I havefailed to find Irritating laugh which is peculiar toJapan Japanese habit of expressing myselfwith excessive politeness Ordinary, trivial, every-day objects Prayers swallowed like pills byinvalids at a distance Seeking for a change which can nolonger be found Trees, dwarfed by a Japanese process When the inattentive spirits are notlistening Which I should find amusing in any oneelse, —any one I loved CONSCIENCE, By Hector Malot 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 ofenvironment and of education Find it more easy to make myself fearedthan loved For the rest of his life he would bethe prisoner of his crime Force, which is the last word of thephilosophy of life He did not sleep, so much the better!He would work more I believed in the virtue of work, andlook at me! In his eyes everything was decided byluck Intelligent persons have no remorse It is the first crime that costs It is only those who own something whoworry about the price Leant—and when I did not lose myfriends 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 theyat first appeared One does not judge those whom one loves People whose principle was never to paya doctor Power to work, that was never disturbedor weakened by anything Reason before the deed, and not after Repeated and explained what he hadalready said and explained She could not bear contempt The strong walk alone because they needno one We are so unhappy that our souls areweak against joy We weep, we do not complain Will not admit that conscience is theproper guide of our action You love me, therefore you do not knowme ZIBELINE, By Phillipe de Massa All that was illogical in our socialcode Ambiguity has no place, nor hascompromise But if this is our supreme farewell, do not tell me so! Chain so light yesterday, so heavyto-day Every man is his own master in hischoice of liaisons If I do not give all I give nothing Indulgence of which they stand in needthemselves Life goes on, and that is less gay thanthe stories Men admired her; the women sought somepoint to criticise Only a man, wavering and changeable Ostensibly you sit at the feast withoutpaying the cost Paris has become like a little countrytown in its gossip The night brings counsel Their Christian charity did not extendso far as that There are mountains that we never climbbut once You are in a conquered country, whichis still more dangerous THE CHILD OF A CENTURY, By Alfred de Musset A terrible danger lurks in theknowledge 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 noiseof life And when love is sure of itself andknows response Because you weep, you fondly imagineyourself innocent Become corrupt, and you will cease tosuffer Began to forget my own sorrow in mysympathy for her Beware of disgust, it is an incurableevil Can any one prevent a gossip Cold silence, that negative force Contrive to use proud disdain as ashield Death is more to be desired than aliving distaste for life Despair of a man sick of life, or thewhim of a spoiled child Do they think they have invented whatthey see Each one knows what the other is aboutto say Fool who destroys his own happiness Force itself, that mistress of theworld Funeral processions are no longerpermitted Galileo struck the earth, crying:"Nevertheless it moves!" Good and bad days succeeded each otheralmost regularly Great sorrows neither accuse norblaspheme—they listen Grief itself was for her but a means ofseducing Happiness of being pursued He who is loved by a beautiful woman issheltered from every blow He lives only in the body How much they desire to be loved whosay they love no more Human weakness seeks association I can not be near you and separatedfrom you at the same moment I can not love her, I can not loveanother I boasted of being worse than I reallywas I neither love nor esteem sadness I do not intend either to boast orabase myself Ignorance into which the Greek clergyplunged the laity In what do you believe? Indignation can solace grief andrestore happiness Is he a dwarf or a giant Is it not enough to have lived? It is a pity that you must seekpastimes Make a shroud of your virtue in whichto bury your crimes Man who suffers wishes to make her whomhe loves suffer Men doubted everything: the young mendenied everything No longer esteemed her highly enough tobe jealous of her Of all the sisters of love, the mostbeautiful is pity Perfection does not exist Pure caprice that I myself mistook fora flash of reason Quarrel had been, so to speak, less sadthan our reconciliation Reading the Memoirs of Constant Resorted to exaggeration in order toappear original Sceptic regrets the faith he has lostthe power to regain Seven who are always the same: thefirst 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, butthey will kill me There are two different men in you Ticking of which (our arteries) can beheard only at night "Unhappy man!" she cried, "you willnever know how to love" We have had a mass celebrated, and itcost us a large sum What you take for love is nothing morethan desire What human word will ever express thyslightest caress When passion sways man, reason followshim weeping and warning Who has told you that tears can washaway the stains of guilt Wine suffuses the face as if to preventshame appearing there You believe in what is said here belowand not in what is done You play with happiness as a childplays with a rattle You turn the leaves of dead books Your great weapon is silence Youth is to judge of the world fromfirst impressions SERGE PANINE, By George Ohnet A man weeps with difficulty before a woman A uniform is the only garb which can hidepoverty honorably Antagonism to plutocracy and hatred ofaristocrats Because they moved, they thought they wereprogressing Cowardly in trouble as he had been insolentin prosperity Enough to be nobody's unless I belong to him Even those who do not love her desire toknow 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, hisillusions He was very unhappy at being misunderstood Heed that you lose not in dignity what you gainin revenge I thought the best means of being loved wereto deserve it I don't pay myself with words Implacable self-interest which is the law ofthe world In life it is only nonsense that iscommon-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 livesmediocre workers Money troubles are not mortal My aunt is jealous of me because I am aman of ideas Negroes, all but monkeys! Nothing that provokes laughter more than adisappointed lover One amuses one's self at the risk of dying Patience, should he encounter a dull pagehere or there Romanticism still ferments beneath thevarnish of Naturalism Sacrifice his artistic leanings to popularcaprice Scarcely was one scheme launched when anotheridea 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 chattertrivialities The guilty will not feel your blows, but theinnocent The uncontested power which money brings They had only one aim, one passion—to enjoythemselves Unqualified for happiness We had taken the dream of a day for eternalhappiness What is a man who remains useless Without a care or a cross, he grew wearylike a prisoner You are talking too much about it to besincere AN "ATTIC" PHILOSOPHER, By Emile Souvestre Always to mistake feeling for evidence Ambroise Pare: 'I tend him, God cureshim!' Are we then bound to others only by theenforcement of laws Attach a sense of remorse to each of mypleasures Brought them up to poverty But above these ruins rises a calm andhappy face Carn-ival means, literally, "farewellto flesh!" Coffee is the grand work of abachelor's housekeeping Contemptuous pride of knowledge Death, that faithful friend of thewretched Defeat and victory only displace eachother by turns Did not think the world was so great Do they understand what makes them sogay? Each of us regards himself as themirror of the community Ease with which the poor forget theirwretchedness Every one keeps his holidays in his ownway Fame and power are gifts that aredearly bought Favorite and conclusive answer of hisclass—"I know" Fear of losing a moment from business Finishes his sin thoroughly before hebegins to repent Fortune sells what we believe she gives Her kindness, which never sleeps Houses are vessels which take merepassengers Hubbub of questions which waited for noreply I make it a rule never to have any hope Ignorant of what there is to wish for Looks on an accomplished duty neitheras a merit nor a grievance Make himself a name: he becomes publicproperty Moderation is the great social virtue More stir than work My patronage has become her property No one is so unhappy as to have nothingto give Not desirous to teach goodness Nothing is dishonorable which is useful Our tempers are like an opera-glass Poverty, you see, is a famousschoolmistress Power of necessity Prisoners of work Progress can never be forced on withoutdanger Question is not to discover what willsuit us Richer than France herself, for I haveno deficit in my budget Ruining myself, but we must all haveour Carnival Satisfy our wants, if we know how toset bounds to them Sensible man, who has observed much andspeaks little So much confidence at first, so muchdoubt at las Sullen tempers are excited by thepatience of their victims The happiness of the wise man costs butlittle The man in power gives up his peace Two thirds of human existence arewasted in hesitation Virtue made friends, but she did nottake pupils We do not understand that others maylive on their own account We are not bound to live, while we arebound to do our duty What have you done with the days Godgranted you What a small dwelling joy can live You may know the game by the lair A WOODLAND QUEEN, By Andre Theuriet Accustomed to hide what I think Amusements they offered were eitherwearisome or repugnant Consoled himself with one of the piouscommonplaces Dreaded the monotonous regularity ofconjugal life Fawning duplicity Had not been spoiled by Fortune's gifts How small a space man occupies on theearth Hypocritical grievances I am not in the habit of consulting thelaw I measure others by myself It does not mend matters to give waylike that Like all timid persons, he took refugein a moody silence More disposed to discover evil thangood Nature's cold indifference to oursufferings Never is perfect happiness our lot Opposing his orders with steady, irritating inertia Others found delight in the mostordinary amusements Plead the lie to get at the truth Sensitiveness and disposition toself-blame The ease with which he is forgotten There are some men who never have hadany childhood Those who have outlived their illusions Timidity of a night-bird that is madeto fly in the day To make a will is to put one foot intothe grave Toast and white wine (for breakfast) Vague hope came over him that all wouldcome right Vexed, act in direct contradiction totheir own wishes Women: they are more bitter than death Yield to their customs, and notpooh-pooh their amusements You have considerable patience for alover You must be pleased with yourself—thatis more essential