Intemperance of her zeal and the acrimony of her bigotry Intimate friend, whom he has known for about five minutes Irritating laugh which is peculiar to Japan Is it not enough to have lived? Is he a dwarf or a giant Is a man ever poor when he has two arms? Is it by law only that you wish to keep me? It is a pity that you must seek pastimes It is not now what it used to be It is silly to blush under certain circumstances It is too true that virtue also has its blush It was a relief when they rose from the table It is an error to be in the right too soon It was torture for her not to be able to rejoin him It was all delightfully terrible! It was too late: she did not wish to win It (science) dreams, too; it supposes It is a terrible step for a woman to take, from No to Yes It is so good to know nothing, nothing, nothing It is only those who own something who worry about the price It does not mend matters to give way like that It is the first crime that costs Japanese habit of expressing myself with excessive politeness Jealous without having the right to be jealous Kissses and caresses are the effort of a delightful despair Knew her danger, and, unlike most of them, she did not love it Knew that life is not worth so much anxiety nor so much hope Lady who requires urging, although she is dying to sing Laughing in every wrinkle of his face Leant--and when I did not lose my friends I lost my money Learn to live without desire Learned that one leaves college almost ignorant Learned to love others by embracing their own children Leisure must be had for light reading, and even more for love Lends--I should say gives Let us give to men irony and pity as witnesses and judges Let them laugh that win! Let ultra-modesty destroy poetry Let the dead past bury its dead! Life is made up of just such trifles Life as a whole is too vast and too remote Life goes on, and that is less gay than the stories Life is not a great thing Life is not so sweet for us to risk ourselves in it singlehanded Life is a tempest Like all timid persons, he took refuge in a moody silence Little feathers fluttering for an opportunity to fly away Little that we can do when we are powerful Lofty ideal of woman and of love Looking for a needle in a bundle of hay Looks on an accomplished duty neither as a merit nor a grievance Love in marriage is, as a rule, too much at his ease Love is a fire whose heat dies out for want of fuel Love was only a brief intoxication Love and tranquillity seldom dwell at peace in the same heart Love is a soft and terrible force, more powerful than beauty Lovers never separate kindly Made life give all it could yield Magnificent air of those beggars of whom small towns are proud Make himself a name: he becomes public property Make a shroud of your virtue in which to bury your crimes Make for themselves a horizon of the neighboring walls and roofs Man who expects nothing of life except its ending Man who suffers wishes to make her whom he loves suffer