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
AN "ATTIC" PHILOSOPHER, By Emile Souvestre
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
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