M.M. AND BEBE

A ripe husband, ready to fall from thetreeAffection is catchingAll babies are round, yielding, weak,timid, and softAnd I shall say 'damn it,' for I shallthen be grown upAnswer "No," but with a little kisswhich means "Yes"As regards love, intention and deed arethe sameBut she thinks she is affording youpleasureClumsily, blew his nose, to the greatrelief of his two armsDo not seek too muchEmotion when one does not share itFirst impression is based upon a numberof triflesHe Would Have Been Forty NowHearty laughter which men affect toassist digestionHow many things have not people beenproud ofHow rich we find ourselves when werummage in old drawersHusband who loves you and eats off thesame plate is betterI would give two summers for a singleautumnI do not accept the hypothesis of aworld made for usI came here for that express purposeI am not wandering through life, I ammarching onIgnorant of everything, undesirous oflearning anythingIn his future arrange laurels for alittle crown for your ownIt (science) dreams, too; it supposesIt is silly to blush under certaincircumstancesLearned to love others by embracingtheir own childrenLife is not so sweet for us to riskourselves in it singlehandedLove in marriage is, as a rule, toomuch at his easeMan is but one of the links of animmense chainRather do not give--make yourselfsought afterReckon yourself happy if in yourhusband you find a loverRecollection of past dangers toincrease the present joyRespect him so that he may respect youShelter himself in the arms of the weakand recover courageSometimes like to deck the future inthe garments of the pastThe heart requires gradual changesThe future that is rent awayThe recollection of that moment lastsfor a lifetimeThe future promises, it is the presentthat paysTheir love requires a returnThere are pious falsehoods which theChurch excusesTies that unite children to parents areunloosedTies which unite parents to childrenare brokenTo be able to smoke a cigar withoutbeing sickTo love is a great deal--To know how tolove is everythingWe are simple to this degree, that wedo not think we areWhen time has softened your griefWhy mankind has chosen to call marriagea man-trap