Man, if he will it, need not grow old: the lion must Man is but one of the links of an immense chain Mania for fearing that she may be compromised Material in you to make one of Cooper's redskins Mediocre sensibility Melancholy problem of the birth and death of love Men of pleasure remain all their lives mediocre workers Men are weak, and there are things which women must accomplish Men admired her; the women sought some point to criticise Men forget sooner Men doubted everything: the young men denied everything Mild, unpretentious men who let everybody run over them Miserable beings who contribute to the grandeur of the past Misfortunes never come single Mobile and complaisant conscience had already forgiven himself Moderation is the great social virtue Money troubles are not mortal Money is not a common thing between gentlemen like you and me Monsieur, I know that I have lived too long More disposed to discover evil than good More stir than work Music--so often dangerous to married happiness My aunt is jealous of me because I am a man of ideas My good fellow, you are quite worthless as a man of pleasure My patronage has become her property Natural longing, that we all have, to know the worst Natural only when alone, and talk well only to themselves Nature's cold indifference to our sufferings Negroes, all but monkeys! Neither so simple nor so easy as they at first appeared Neither idealist nor realist Nervous natures, as prompt to hope as to despair Never interfered in what did not concern him Never can make revolutions with gloves on Never foolish to spend money. The folly lies in keeping it Never is perfect happiness our lot Never travel when the heart is troubled! No answer to make to one who has no right to question me No longer esteemed her highly enough to be jealous of her No one has ever been able to find out what her thoughts were No woman is unattainable, except when she loves another No flies enter a closed mouth No one is so unhappy as to have nothing to give No writer had more dislike of mere pedantry Nobody troubled himself about that originality None but fools resisted the current Not everything is known, but everything is said Not only his last love, but his only love Not more honest than necessary Not desirous to teach goodness Not an excuse, but an explanation of your conduct Nothing is dishonorable which is useful Nothing is so legitimate, so human, as to deceive pain Nothing that provokes laughter more than a disappointed lover Nothing ever astonishes me Notion of her husband's having an opinion of his own Now his grief was his wife, and lived with him Obstacles are the salt of all our joys Obstinacy of drunkenness Of all the sisters of love, the most beautiful is pity Offices will end by rendering great names vile Often been compared to Eugene Sue, but his touch is lighter Old women--at least thirty years old! Once an excellent remedy, is a detestable regimen One who first thought of pasting a canvas on a panel