COSMOPOLIS

Conditions of blindness so voluntarythat they become complicityDespotism natural to puissantpersonalitiesEgyptian tobacco, mixed with opium andsaltpetreFollow their thoughts instead ofheeding objectsHas as much sense as the handle of abasketHave never known in the morning what Iwould do in the eveningI no longer love youImagine what it would be never to havebeen bornMediocre sensibilityMelancholy problem of the birth anddeath of loveMobile and complaisant conscience hadalready forgiven himselfNo flies enter a closed mouthNot an excuse, but an explanation ofyour conductOne of those trustful men who did notjudge when they lovedOnly one thing infamous in love, andthat is a falsehoodPitiful checker-board of lifeScarcely a shade of gentlecondescensionSufficed him to conceive the plan of areparationThat suffering which curses but doesnot pardonThat you can aid them in leading betterlives?The forests have taught man libertyThere is an intelligent man, who neverquestions his ideasThere is always and everywhere a dutyto fulfilThinking it better not to lie on minorpointsToo prudent to risk or gain muchWalked at the rapid pace characteristicof monomaniacsWords are nothing; it is the tone inwhich they are uttered