A woman is frank when she does not lie uselessly Disappointed her to escape the danger she had feared Does not wish one to treat it with either timidity or brutality He knew now the divine malady of love I do not desire your friendship I have known things which I know no more I wished to spoil our past Impatient at praise which was not destined for himself Incapable of conceiving that one might talk without an object Jealous without having the right to be jealous Lovers never separate kindly Magnificent air of those beggars of whom small towns are proud Nobody troubled himself about that originality One who first thought of pasting a canvas on a panel Simple people who doubt neither themselves nor others Superior men sometimes lack cleverness The door of one's room opens on the infinite The one whom you will love and who will love you will harm you The past is the only human reality--Everything that is, is past There are many grand and strong things which you do not feel They are the coffin saying: 'I am the cradle' To be beautiful, must a woman have that thin form Trying to make Therese admire what she did not know Unfortunate creature who is the plaything of life What will be the use of having tormented ourselves in this world Women do not always confess it, but it is always their fault You must take me with my own soul! THE RED LILY, BY ANATOLE FRANCE, V3 [IM#08][im08b10.txt]3921 Does one ever possess what one loves? Each was moved with self-pity Everybody knows about that (Housemaid) is trained to respect my disorder I can forget you only when I am with you I have to pay for the happiness you give me I love myself because you love me Ideas they think superior to love--faith, habits, interests Immobility of time It is an error to be in the right too soon It was torture for her not to be able to rejoin him Kissses and caresses are the effort of a delightful despair Let us give to men irony and pity as witnesses and judges Little that we can do when we are powerful Love is a soft and terrible force, more powerful than beauty Nothing is so legitimate, so human, as to deceive pain One is never kind when one is in love One should never leave the one whom one loves Seemed to him that men were grains in a coffee-mill Since she was in love, she had lost prudence That absurd and generous fury for ownership The politician never should be in advance of circumstances The real support of a government is the Opposition There is nothing good except to ignore and to forget We are too happy; we are robbing life ENTIRE THE RED LILY, BY ANATOLE FRANCE [IM#09][im09b10.txt]3922