All that a name is to a street--its honor, its spouse Distrust first impulse Felix culpa Hard that one can not live one's life over twice He always loved to pass for being overwhelmed with work I don't call that fishing If trouble awaits us, hope will steal us a happy hour or two Obstacles are the salt of all our joys People meeting to "have it out" usually say nothing at first The very smell of books is improving There are some blunders that are lucky; but you can't tell You ask Life for certainties, as if she had any to give you ENTIRE THE INK-STAIN BY RENE BAZIN [IM#62][im62b10.txt]3975 All that a name is to a street--its honor, its spouse Came not in single spies, but in battalions Distrust first impulse Felix culpa Happy men don't need company Hard that one can not live one's life over twice He always loved to pass for being overwhelmed with work I don't call that fishing If trouble awaits us, hope will steal us a happy hour or two Lends--I should say gives Men forget sooner Natural only when alone, and talk well only to themselves Obstacles are the salt of all our joys One doesn't offer apologies to a man in his wrath People meeting to "have it out" usually say nothing at first Silence, alas! is not the reproof of kings alone Skilful actor, who apes all the emotions while feeling none Sorrows shrink into insignificance as the horizon broadens Surprise goes for so much in what we admire The very smell of books is improving The looks of the young are always full of the future There are some blunders that are lucky; but you can't tell To be your own guide doubles your pleasure You a law student, while our farmers are in want of hands You must always first get the tobacco to burn evenly You ask Life for certainties, as if she had any to give you FROMONT AND RISLER BY ALPHONSE DAUDET FROMONT AND RISLER BY ALPHONSE DAUDET, V1 [IM#63][im63b10.txt]3976 Affectation of indifference Always smiling condescendingly Convent of Saint Joseph, four shoes under the bed! Deeming every sort of occupation beneath him Dreams of wealth and the disasters that immediately followed He fixed the time mentally when he would speak Little feathers fluttering for an opportunity to fly away No one has ever been able to find out what her thoughts were Pass half the day in procuring two cakes, worth three sous She was of those who disdain no compliment Such artificial enjoyment, such idiotic laughter Superiority of the man who does nothing over the man who works Terrible revenge she would take hereafter for her sufferings The groom isn't handsome, but the bride's as pretty as a picture The poor must pay for all their enjoyments FROMONT AND RISLER BY ALPHONSE DAUDET, V2 [IM#64][im64b10.txt]3977 Charm of that one day's rest and its solemnity Clashing knives and forks mark time Faces taken by surprise allow their real thoughts to be seen Make for themselves a horizon of the neighboring walls and roofs Wiping his forehead ostentatiously