Artificialities of style of that period Artistic Truth, more lofty than the True As ignorant as a schoolmaster As free from prejudices as one may be, one always retains a few As Homer says, "smiling under tears" As we grow older we lay aside harsh judgments and sharp words As regards love, intention and deed are the same Assume with others the mien they wore toward him At every step the reality splashes you with mud Attach a sense of remorse to each of my pleasures Attractions that difficulties give to pleasure Attractive abyss of drunkenness Bad to fear the opinion of people one despises Bathers, who exhibited themselves in all degrees of ugliness Because they moved, they thought they were progressing 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 Believing that it is for virtue's sake alone such men love them Believing themselves irresistible Beware of disgust, it is an incurable evil Blow which annihilates our supreme illusion Break in his memory, like a book with several leaves torn out Brilliancy of a fortune too new Brought them up to poverty Bullets are not necessarily on the side of the right But above these ruins rises a calm and happy face But she thinks she is affording you pleasure But how avenge one's self on silence? But if this is our supreme farewell, do not tell me so! But she will give me nothing but money Came not in single spies, but in battalions Camors refused, hesitated, made objections, and consented Can any one prevent a gossip Carn-ival means, literally, "farewell to flesh! Chain so light yesterday, so heavy to-day Charm of that one day's rest and its solemnity Clashing knives and forks mark time Clumsily, blew his nose, to the great relief of his two arms Coffee is the grand work of a bachelor's housekeeping Cold silence, that negative force Conditions of blindness so voluntary that they become complicity Confidence in one's self is strength, but it is also weakness Confounding progress with discord, liberty with license Conscience is a bad weighing-machine Conscience is only an affair of environment and of education Consented to become a wife so as not to remain a maiden Consoled himself with one of the pious commonplaces Contempt for men is the beginning of wisdom Contemptuous pride of knowledge Contemptuous pity, both for my suspicions and the cause of them Contrive to use proud disdain as a shield Convent of Saint Joseph, four shoes under the bed! Cowardly in trouble as he had been insolent in prosperity Cried out, with the blunt candor of his age Curious to know her face of that day Dangers of liberty outweighed its benefits Dare now to be silent when I have told you these things Daylight is detrimental to them Death is more to be desired than a living distaste for life Death is not that last sleep Death, that faithful friend of the wretched Deeming every sort of occupation beneath him