Every man should have laws of his own

Every shot that kills ricochets

Evil is half-accidental, half-natural

Face flushed with a sort of pleasurable
defiance

Fascinating colour which makes evil
appear to be good

Fear a woman are when she hates, and
when she loves

Fear of one's own wife is the worst
fear in the world

Flood came which sweeps away the rust
that gathers in the eyes

Follow me; if I retreat, kill me; if I
fall, avenge me

For a man having work to do, woman,
lovely woman, is rocks

Freedom is the first essential of the
artistic mind

Frenchman, volatile, moody, chivalrous,
unreasonable

Frenchman, slave of ideas, the victim
of sentiment

Friendship means a giving and a getting

Futility of goodness, the futility of
all

Future of those who will not see,
because to see is to suffer

Good fathers think they have good
daughters

Good is often an occasion more than a
condition

Good thing for a man himself to be owed
kindness

Grove of pines to give a sense of
warmth in winter

Grow more intense, more convinced, more
thorough, as they talk

Had the luck together, all kinds and
all weathers

Had the slight flavour of the superior
and the paternal

Had got unreasonably old

Have not we all something to hide--with
or without shame?

Have you ever felt the hand of your own
child in yours

He had neither self-consciousness nor
fear

He admired, yet he wished to be admired

He hated irony in anyone else

He was not always sorry when his
teasing hurt

He felt things, he did not study them

He was in fact not a philosopher, but a
sentimentalist

He had only made of his wife an
incident in his life

He didn't always side with the majority

He does not love Pierre; but he does
not pretend to love him

He was strong enough to admit ignorance

He has wheeled his nuptial bed into the
street

He had had acquaintances, but never
friendships, and never loves

He had no instinct for vice in the name
of amusement

He left his fellow-citizens very much
alone

He never saw an insult unless he
intended to avenge it

He had tasted freedom; he was near to
license

He borrowed no trouble

He wishes to be rude to some one, and
is disappointed

He's a barber-shop philosopher

Heaven where wives without number
awaited him

Her sight was bounded by the little
field where she strayed

Her voice had the steadiness of despair

Her stronger so