Part 3

A terrible danger lurks in the knowledge of what is possible Accustomed to call its disguise virtue All that is not life, it is the noise of life Become corrupt, and you will cease to suffer Began to forget my own sorrow in my sympathy for her Beware of disgust, it is an incurable evil Death is more to be desired than a living distaste for life Despair of a man sick of life, or the whim of a spoiled child Do they think they have invented what they see Force itself, that mistress of the world Galileo struck the earth, crying: "Nevertheless it moves!" Grief itself was for her but a means of seducing He lives only in the body Human weakness seeks association I boasted of being worse than I really was I can not love her, I can not love another I do not intend either to boast or abase myself Ignorance into which the Greek clergy plunged the laity In what do you believe? Indignation can solace grief and restore happiness Is he a dwarf or a giant Men doubted everything: the young men denied everything Of all the sisters of love, the most beautiful is pity Perfection does not exist Resorted to exaggeration in order to appear original Sceptic regrets the faith he has lost the power to regain Seven who are always the same: the first is called hope St. Augustine Ticking of which (our arteries) can be heard only at night When passion sways man, reason follows him weeping and warning Wine suffuses the face as if to prevent shame appearing there You believe in what is said here below and not in what is done You turn the leaves of dead books Youth is to judge of the world from first impressions

CHILD OF A CENTURY, ALFRED DE MUSSET, V2 [IM#27][im27b10.txt]3940

Adieu, my son, I love you and I die All philosophy is akin to atheism And when love is sure of itself and knows response Can any one prevent a gossip Each one knows what the other is about to say Good and bad days succeeded each other almost regularly Great sorrows neither accuse nor blaspheme--they listen Happiness of being pursued He who is loved by a beautiful woman is sheltered from every blow I neither love nor esteem sadness It is a pity that you must seek pastimes Man who suffers wishes to make her whom he loves suffer No longer esteemed her highly enough to be jealous of her Pure caprice that I myself mistook for a flash of reason Quarrel had been, so to speak, less sad than our reconciliation She pretended to hope for the best Terrible words; I deserve them, but they will kill me There are two different men in you We have had a mass celebrated, and it cost us a large sum What human word will ever express thy slightest caress What you take for love is nothing more than desire

CHILD OF A CENTURY, ALFRED DE MUSSET, V3 [IM#28][im28b10.txt]3941

Because you weep, you fondly imagine yourself innocent Cold silence, that negative force Contrive to use proud disdain as a shield Fool who destroys his own happiness Funeral processions are no longer permitted How much they desire to be loved who say they love no more I can not be near you and separated from you at the same moment Is it not enough to have lived? Make a shroud of your virtue in which to bury your crimes Reading the Memoirs of Constant Sometimes we seem to enjoy unhappiness Speak to me of your love, she said, "not of your grief Suffered, and yet took pleasure in it Suspicions that are ever born anew "Unhappy man!" she cried, "you will never know how to love Who has told you that tears can wash away the stains of guilt You play with happiness as a child plays with a rattle Your great weapon is silence

ENTIRE CHILD OF A CENTURY, ALFRED DE MUSSET [IM#29][im29b10.txt]3942

A terrible danger lurks in the knowledge of what is possible Accustomed to call its disguise virtue Adieu, my son, I love you and I die All philosophy is akin to atheism All that is not life, it is the noise of life And when love is sure of itself and knows response Because you weep, you fondly imagine yourself innocent Become corrupt, and you will cease to suffer Began to forget my own sorrow in my sympathy for her Beware of disgust, it is an incurable evil Can any one prevent a gossip Cold silence, that negative force Contrive to use proud disdain as a shield Death is more to be desired than a living distaste for life Despair of a man sick of life, or the whim of a spoiled child Do they think they have invented what they see Each one knows what the other is about to say Fool who destroys his own happiness Force itself, that mistress of the world Funeral processions are no longer permitted Galileo struck the earth, crying: "Nevertheless it moves!" Good and bad days succeeded each other almost regularly Great sorrows neither accuse nor blaspheme--they listen Grief itself was for her but a means of seducing Happiness of being pursued He who is loved by a beautiful woman is sheltered from every blow He lives only in the body How much they desire to be loved who say they love no more Human weakness seeks association I can not be near you and separated from you at the same moment I can not love her, I can not love another I boasted of being worse than I really was I neither love nor esteem sadness I do not intend either to boast or abase myself Ignorance into which the Greek clergy plunged the laity In what do you believe? Indignation can solace grief and restore happiness Is he a dwarf or a giant Is it not enough to have lived? It is a pity that you must seek pastimes Make a shroud of your virtue in which to bury your crimes Man who suffers wishes to make her whom he loves suffer Men doubted everything: the young men denied everything No longer esteemed her highly enough to be jealous of her Of all the sisters of love, the most beautiful is pity Perfection does not exist Pure caprice that I myself mistook for a flash of reason Quarrel had been, so to speak, less sad than our reconciliation Reading the Memoirs of Constant Resorted to exaggeration in order to appear original Sceptic regrets the faith he has lost the power to regain Seven who are always the same: the first is called hope She pretended to hope for the best Sometimes we seem to enjoy unhappiness Speak to me of your love, she said, "not of your grief St. Augustine Suffered, and yet took pleasure in it Suspicions that are ever born anew Terrible words; I deserve them, but they will kill me There are two different men in you Ticking of which (our arteries) can be heard only at night "Unhappy man!" she cried, "you will never know how to love" We have had a mass celebrated, and it cost us a large sum What you take for love is nothing more than desire What human word will ever express thy slightest caress When passion sways man, reason follows him weeping and warning Who has told you that tears can wash away the stains of guilt Wine suffuses the face as if to prevent shame appearing there You believe in what is said here below and not in what is done You play with happiness as a child plays with a rattle You turn the leaves of dead books Your great weapon is silence Youth is to judge of the world from first impressions

MONSIEUR DE CAMORS BY OCTAVE FEUILLET

MONSIEUR DE CAMORS BY OCTAVE FEUILLET, V1 [IM#30][im30b10.txt]3943

Bad to fear the opinion of people one despises Camors refused, hesitated, made objections, and consented Confounding progress with discord, liberty with license Contempt for men is the beginning of wisdom Cried out, with the blunt candor of his age Dangers of liberty outweighed its benefits Demanded of him imperatively--the time of day Do not get angry. Rarely laugh, and never weep Every cause that is in antagonism with its age commits suicide Every one is the best judge of his own affairs Every road leads to Rome--and one as surely as another God--or no principles! He is charming, for one always feels in danger near him Intemperance of her zeal and the acrimony of her bigotry Man, if he will it, need not grow old: the lion must Never can make revolutions with gloves on Once an excellent remedy, is a detestable regimen Pleasures of an independent code of morals Police regulations known as religion Principles alone, without faith in some higher sanction Property of all who are strong enough to stand it 'Semel insanivimus omnes.' (every one has his madness) Slip forth from the common herd, my son, think for yourself Suspicion that he is a feeble human creature after all! There will be no more belief in Christ than in Jupiter Ties that become duties where we only sought pleasures Truth is easily found. I shall read all the newspapers Whether in this world one must be a fanatic or nothing Whole world of politics and religion rushed to extremes With the habit of thinking, had not lost the habit of laughing You can not make an omelette without first breaking the eggs

MONSIEUR DE CAMORS BY OCTAVE FEUILLET, V2 [IM#31][im31b10.txt]3944

A defensive attitude is never agreeable to a man Believing that it is for virtue's sake alone such men love them Determined to cultivate ability rather than scrupulousness Disenchantment which follows possession Have not that pleasure, it is useless to incur the penalties Inconstancy of heart is the special attribute of man Knew her danger, and, unlike most of them, she did not love it Put herself on good terms with God, in case He should exist Two persons who desired neither to remember nor to forget

MONSIEUR DE CAMORS BY OCTAVE FEUILLET, V3 [IM#32][im32b10.txt]3945

A man never should kneel unless sure of rising a conqueror One of those pious persons who always think evil

ENTIRE MONSIEUR DE CAMORS BY OCT. Feuillet [IM#33][im33b10.txt]3946

A man never should kneel unless sure of rising a conqueror A defensive attitude is never agreeable to a man Bad to fear the opinion of people one despises Believing that it is for virtue's sake alone such men love them Camors refused, hesitated, made objections, and consented Confounding progress with discord, liberty with license Contempt for men is the beginning of wisdom Cried out, with the blunt candor of his age Dangers of liberty outweighed its benefits Demanded of him imperatively--the time of day Determined to cultivate ability rather than scrupulousness Disenchantment which follows possession Do not get angry. Rarely laugh, and never weep Every one is the best judge of his own affairs Every road leads to Rome--and one as surely as another Every cause that is in antagonism with its age commits suicide God--or no principles! Have not that pleasure, it is useless to incur the penalties He is charming, for one always feels in danger near him Inconstancy of heart is the special attribute of man Intemperance of her zeal and the acrimony of her bigotry Knew her danger, and, unlike most of them, she did not love it Man, if he will it, need not grow old: the lion must Never can make revolutions with gloves on Once an excellent remedy, is a detestable regimen One of those pious persons who always think evil Pleasures of an independent code of morals Police regulations known as religion Principles alone, without faith in some higher sanction Property of all who are strong enough to stand it Put herself on good terms with God, in case He should exist Semel insanivimus omnes.' (every one has his madness) Slip forth from the common herd, my son, think for yourself Suspicion that he is a feeble human creature after all! There will be no more belief in Christ than in Jupiter Ties that become duties where we only sought pleasures Truth is easily found. I shall read all the newspapers Two persons who desired neither to remember nor to forget Whether in this world one must be a fanatic or nothing Whole world of politics and religion rushed to extremes With the habit of thinking, had not lost the habit of laughing You can not make an omelette without first breaking the eggs

CINQ MARS, BY ALFRED DE VIGNY

CINQ MARS, BY ALFRED DE VIGNY, V1 [IM#34][im34b10.txt]3947

Adopted fact is always better composed than the real one Advantage that a calm temper gives one over men Art is the chosen truth Artificialities of style of that period Artistic Truth, more lofty than the True As Homer says, "smiling under tears" Difference which I find between Truth in art and the True in fac Happy is he who does not outlive his youth He did not blush to be a man, and he spoke to men with force History too was a work of art In every age we laugh at the costume of our fathers It is not now what it used to be It is too true that virtue also has its blush Lofty ideal of woman and of love Money is not a common thing between gentlemen like you and me Monsieur, I know that I have lived too long Neither idealist nor realist No writer had more dislike of mere pedantry Offices will end by rendering great names vile Princesses ceded like a town, and must not even weep Principle that art implied selection Recommended a scrupulous observance of nature Remedy infallible against the plague and against reserve True talent paints life rather than the living Truth, I here venture to distinguish from that of the True Urbain Grandier What use is the memory of facts, if not to serve as an example Woman is more bitter than death, and her arms are like chains Yes, we are in the way here

CINQ MARS, BY ALFRED DE VIGNY, V2 [IM#35][im35b10.txt]3948

Doubt, the greatest misery of love Never interfered in what did not concern him So strongly does force impose upon men The usual remarks prompted by imbecility on such occasions

CINQ MARS, BY ALFRED DE VIGNY, V3 [IM#36][im36b10.txt]3949

Ambition is the saddest of all hopes Assume with others the mien they wore toward him Men are weak, and there are things which women must accomplish

CINQ MARS, BY ALFRED DE VIGNY, V4 [IM#37][im37b10.txt]3950

A queen's country is where her throne is All that he said, I had already thought Always the first word which is the most difficult to say Dare now to be silent when I have told you these things Daylight is detrimental to them Friendship exists only in independence and a kind of equality I have burned all the bridges behind me In pitying me he forgot himself In times like these we must see all and say all Reproaches are useless and cruel if the evil is done Should be punished for not having known how to punish Tears for the future The great leveller has swung a long scythe over France The most in favor will be the soonest abandoned by him This popular favor is a cup one must drink This was the Dauphin, afterward Louis XIV

CINQ MARS, BY ALFRED DE VIGNY, V5 [IM#38][im38b10.txt]3951

They have believed me incapable because I was kind They tremble while they threaten

CINQ MARS, BY ALFRED DE VIGNY, V6 [IM#39][im39b10.txt]3952

A cat is a very fine animal. It is a drawing-room tiger But how avenge one's self on silence? Deny the spirit of self-sacrifice Hatred of everything which is superior to myself Hermits can not refrain from inquiring what men say of them Princes ought never to be struck, except on the head These ideas may serve as opium to produce a calm They loved not as you love, eh?

THE ENTIRE CINQ MARS, BY ALFRED DE VIGNY [IM#40][im40b10.txt]3953

A cat is a very fine animal. It is a drawing-room tiger A queen's country is where her throne is Adopted fact is always better composed than the real one Advantage that a calm temper gives one over men All that he said, I had already thought Always the first word which is the most difficult to say Ambition is the saddest of all hopes Art is the chosen truth Artificialities of style of that period Artistic Truth, more lofty than the True As Homer says, "smiling under tears" Assume with others the mien they wore toward him But how avenge one's self on silence? Dare now to be silent when I have told you these things Daylight is detrimental to them Deny the spirit of self-sacrifice Difference which I find between Truth in art and the True in fac Doubt, the greatest misery of love Friendship exists only in independence and a kind of equality Happy is he who does not outlive his youth Hatred of everything which is superior to myself He did not blush to be a man, and he spoke to men with force Hermits can not refrain from inquiring what men say of them History too was a work of art I have burned all the bridges behind me In pitying me he forgot himself In every age we laugh at the costume of our fathers In times like these we must see all and say all It is not now what it used to be It is too true that virtue also has its blush Lofty ideal of woman and of love Men are weak, and there are things which women must accomplish Money is not a common thing between gentlemen like you and me Monsieur, I know that I have lived too long Neither idealist nor realist Never interfered in what did not concern him No writer had more dislike of mere pedantry Offices will end by rendering great names vile Princes ought never to be struck, except on the head Princesses ceded like a town, and must not even weep Principle that art implied selection Recommended a scrupulous observance of nature Remedy infallible against the plague and against reserve Reproaches are useless and cruel if the evil is done Should be punished for not having known how to punish So strongly does force impose upon men Tears for the future The great leveller has swung a long scythe over France The most in favor will be the soonest abandoned by him The usual remarks prompted by imbecility on such occasions These ideas may serve as opium to produce a calm They tremble while they threaten They have believed me incapable because I was kind They loved not as you love, eh? This popular favor is a cup one must drink This was the Dauphin, afterward Louis XIV True talent paints life rather than the living Truth, I here venture to distinguish from that of the True Urbain Grandier What use is the memory of facts, if not to serve as an example Woman is more bitter than death, and her arms are like chains Yes, we are in the way here

L'ABBE CONSTANTIN BY LUDOVIC HALEVY

L'ABBE CONSTANTIN BY LUDOVIC HALEVY, V1 [IM#41][im41b10.txt]3954

Ancient pillars of stone, embrowned and gnawed by time And they are shoulders which ought to be seen But she will give me nothing but money Duty, simply accepted and simply discharged God may have sent him to purgatory just for form's sake He led the brilliant and miserable existence of the unoccupied If there is one! (a paradise) Never foolish to spend money. The folly lies in keeping it Often been compared to Eugene Sue, but his touch is lighter One half of his life belonged to the poor Succeeded in wearying him by her importunities and tenderness The history of good people is often monotonous or painful The women have enough religion for the men

L'ABBE CONSTANTIN BY LUDOVIC HALEVY, V2 [IM#42][im42b10.txt]3955

Believing themselves irresistible Frenchman has only one real luxury--his revolutions Great difference between dearly and very much Had not told all--one never does tell all In order to make money, the first thing is to have no need of it To learn to obey is the only way of learning to command

L'ABBE CONSTANTIN BY LUDOVIC HALEVY, V3 [IM#43][im43b10.txt]3956

Love and tranquillity seldom dwell at peace in the same heart One may think of marrying, but one ought not to try to marry

APR 2003 ENTIRE L'ABBE CONSTANTIN BY LUDOVIC HALEVY [IM#44][im44b10.txt]3957

Ancient pillars of stone, embrowned and gnawed by time And they are shoulders which ought to be seen Believing themselves irresistible But she will give me nothing but money Duty, simply accepted and simply discharged Frenchman has only one real luxury--his revolutions God may have sent him to purgatory just for form's sake Great difference between dearly and very much Had not told all--one never does tell all He led the brilliant and miserable existence of the unoccupied If there is one! (a paradise) In order to make money, the first thing is to have no need of it Love and tranquillity seldom dwell at peace in the same heart Never foolish to spend money. The folly lies in keeping it Often been compared to Eugene Sue, but his touch is lighter One half of his life belonged to the poor One may think of marrying, but one ought not to try to marry Succeeded in wearying him by her importunities and tenderness The women have enough religion for the men The history of good people is often monotonous or painful To learn to obey is the only way of learning to command

A ROMANCE OF YOUTH BY FRANCOIS COPPEE, V1 [IM#45][im45b10.txt]3958

Break in his memory, like a book with several leaves torn out Inoffensive tree which never had harmed anybody It was all delightfully terrible! Mild, unpretentious men who let everybody run over them Now his grief was his wife, and lived with him Tediousness seems to ooze out through their bindings Tired smile of those who have not long to live Trees are like men; there are some that have no luck Voice of the heart which alone has power to reach the heart When he sings, it is because he has something to sing about

A ROMANCE OF YOUTH BY FRANCOIS COPPEE, V2 [IM#46][im46b10.txt]3959

Dreams, instead of living Fortunate enough to keep those one loves Learned that one leaves college almost ignorant Paint from nature The sincere age when one thinks aloud Upon my word, there are no ugly ones (women) Very young, and was in love with love

A ROMANCE OF YOUTH BY FRANCOIS COPPEE, V3 [IM#47][im47b10.txt]3960

Good form consists, above all things, in keeping silent Intimate friend, whom he has known for about five minutes My good fellow, you are quite worthless as a man of pleasure Society people condemned to hypocrisy and falsehood

A ROMANCE OF YOUTH BY FRANCOIS COPPEE, V4 [IM#48][im48b10.txt]3961

Egotists and cowards always have a reason for everything Eternally condemned to kill each other in order to live God forgive the timid and the prattler! Happiness exists only by snatches and lasts only a moment He almost regretted her He does not know the miseries of ambition and vanity How sad these old memorics are in the autumn Never travel when the heart is troubled! Not more honest than necessary Poor France of Jeanne d'Arc and of Napoleon Redouble their boasting after each defeat Take their levity for heroism The leaves fall! the leaves fall! Universal suffrage, with its accustomed intelligence Were certain against all reason

ENTIRE ROMANCE OF YOUTH BY FRANCOIS COPPEE [IM#49][im49b10.txt]3962