d 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

SERGE PANINE, By George Ohnet

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.