For the rest of his life he would be the prisoner of his crime In his eyes everything was decided by luck Looking for a needle in a bundle of hay Neither so simple nor so easy as they at first appeared CONSCIENCE BY HECTOR MALOT, V3 [IM#75][im75b10.txt]3988 It is the first crime that costs Repeated and explained what he had already said and explained You love me, therefore you do not know me CONSCIENCE BY HECTOR MALOT, V4 [IM#76][im76b10.txt]3989 He did not sleep, so much the better! He would work more One does not judge those whom one loves She could not bear contempt The strong walk alone because they need no one We are so unhappy that our souls are weak against joy We weep, we do not complain THE ENTIRE CONSCIENCE BY HECTOR MALOT [IM#77][im77b10.txt]3990 As ignorant as a schoolmaster As free from prejudices as one may be, one always retains a few Confidence in one's self is strength, but it is also weakness Conscience is a bad weighing-machine Conscience is only an affair of environment and of education Find it more easy to make myself feared than loved For the rest of his life he would be the prisoner of his crime Force, which is the last word of the philosophy of life He did not sleep, so much the better! He would work more I believed in the virtue of work, and look at me! In his eyes everything was decided by luck Intelligent persons have no remorse It is the first crime that costs It is only those who own something who worry about the price Leant--and when I did not lose my friends I lost my money Leisure must be had for light reading, and even more for love Looking for a needle in a bundle of hay Neither so simple nor so easy as they at first appeared One does not judge those whom one loves People whose principle was never to pay a doctor Power to work, that was never disturbed or weakened by anything Reason before the deed, and not after Repeated and explained what he had already said and explained She could not bear contempt The strong walk alone because they need no one We are so unhappy that our souls are weak against joy We weep, we do not complain Will not admit that conscience is the proper guide of our action You love me, therefore you do not know me MADAME CHRYSANTHEME BY PIERRE LOTI MADAME CHRYSANTHEME BY PIERRE LOTI, V1 [IM#78][im78b10.txt]3991 Efforts to arrange matters we succeed often only in disarranging Irritating laugh which is peculiar to Japan Ordinary, trivial, every-day objects Seeking for a change which can no longer be found MADAME CHRYSANTHEME BY PIERRE LOTI, V2 [IM#79][im79b10.txt]3992 Ah! the natural perversity of inanimate things Found nothing that answered to my indefinable expectations Habit turns into a makeshift of attachment I know not what lost home that I have failed to find When the inattentive spirits are not listening MADAME CHRYSANTHEME BY PIERRE LOTI, V3 [IM#80][im80b10.txt]3993