Break in his memory, like a book with several leaves torn out Dreams, instead of living Egotists and cowards always have a reason for everything Eternally condemned to kill each other in order to live Fortunate enough to keep those one loves God forgive the timid and the prattler! Good form consists, above all things, in keeping silent Happiness exists only by snatches and lasts only a moment He does not know the miseries of ambition and vanity He almost regretted her How sad these old memorics are in the autumn Inoffensive tree which never had harmed anybody Intimate friend, whom he has known for about five minutes It was all delightfully terrible! Learned that one leaves college almost ignorant Mild, unpretentious men who let everybody run over them My good fellow, you are quite worthless as a man of pleasure Never travel when the heart is troubled! Not more honest than necessary Now his grief was his wife, and lived with him Paint from nature Poor France of Jeanne d'Arc and of Napoleon Redouble their boasting after each defeat Society people condemned to hypocrisy and falsehood Take their levity for heroism Tediousness seems to ooze out through their bindings The leaves fall! the leaves fall! The sincere age when one thinks aloud Tired smile of those who have not long to live Trees are like men; there are some that have no luck Universal suffrage, with its accustomed intelligence Upon my word, there are no ugly ones (women) Very young, and was in love with love Voice of the heart which alone has power to reach the heart Were certain against all reason When he sings, it is because he has something to sing about COSMOPOLIS BY PAUL BOURGET COSMOPOLIS BY PAUL BOURGET, V1 [IM#50][im50b10.txt]3963 Follow their thoughts instead of heeding objects Has as much sense as the handle of a basket Mediocre sensibility No flies enter a closed mouth Pitiful checker-board of life Scarcely a shade of gentle condescension That you can aid them in leading better lives? The forests have taught man liberty There is an intelligent man, who never questions his ideas Thinking it better not to lie on minor points Too prudent to risk or gain much Walked at the rapid pace characteristic of monomaniacs COSMOPOLIS BY PAUL BOURGET, V2 [IM#51][im51b10.txt]3964 Conditions of blindness so voluntary that they become complicity Despotism natural to puissant personalities Egyptian tobacco, mixed with opium and saltpetre Have never known in the morning what I would do in the evening I no longer love you Imagine what it would be never to have been born Melancholy problem of the birth and death of love Only one thing infamous in love, and that is a falsehood Words are nothing; it is the tone in which they are uttered COSMOPOLIS BY PAUL BOURGET, V3 [IM#52][im52b10.txt]3965 One of those trustful men who did not judge when they loved That suffering which curses but does not pardon COSMOPOLIS BY PAUL BOURGET, V4 [IM#53][im53b10.txt]3966