 | A woman is frank when she does not lieuselesslyA hero must be human. Napoleon washumanAnti-Semitism is making fearfulprogress everywhereBrilliancy of a fortune too newCurious to know her face of that dayDisappointed her to escape the dangershe had fearedDo you think that people have nottalked about us?Does not wish one to treat it witheither timidity or brutalityDoes one ever possess what one loves?Each had regained freedom, but he didnot like to be aloneEach was moved with self-pityEverybody knows about thatFringe which makes an unlovely borderto the cityGave value to her affability by notsquandering itHe could not imagine that often wordsare the same as actionsHe studied until the last momentHe is not intelligent enough to doubtHe does not bear ill-will to those whomhe persecutesHe knew now the divine malady of loveHer husband had become quite bearableHis habit of pleasing had prolonged hisyouth(Housemaid) is trained to respect mydisorderI love myself because you love meI can forget you only when I am withyouI wished to spoil our pastI feel in them (churches) the grandeurof nothingnessI have to pay for the happiness yougive meI gave myself to him because he lovedmeI haven't a taste, I have tastesI have known things which I know nomoreI do not desire your friendshipIdeas they think superior to love--faith, habits, interestsImmobility of timeImpatient at praise which was notdestined for himselfIncapable of conceiving that one mighttalk without an objectIt was torture for her not to be ableto rejoin himIt is an error to be in the right toosoonIt was too late: she did not wish towinJealous without having the right to bejealousKissses and caresses are the effort ofa delightful despairKnew that life is not worth so muchanxiety nor so much hopeLaughing in every wrinkle of his faceLearn to live without desireLet us give to men irony and pity aswitnesses and judgesLife as a whole is too vast and tooremoteLife is made up of just such triflesLife is not a great thingLittle that we can do when we arepowerfulLove is a soft and terrible force, morepowerful than beautyLove was only a brief intoxicationLovers never separate kindlyMade life give all it could yieldMagnificent air of those beggars ofwhom small towns are proudMiserable beings who contribute to thegrandeur of the pastNobody troubled himself about thatoriginalityNone but fools resisted the currentNot everything is known, but everythingis saidNothing is so legitimate, so human, asto deceive painOne would think that the wind would putthem out: the starsOne who first thought of pasting acanvas on a panelOne is never kind when one is in loveOne should never le ...
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