What use is the memory of facts, if not to serve as an example What you take for love is nothing more than desire What matters it how much we suffer What human word will ever express thy slightest caress What have you done with the days God granted you What a small dwelling joy can live When passion sways man, reason follows him weeping and warning When one speaks of the devil he appears When he sings, it is because he has something to sing about When the inattentive spirits are not listening When time has softened your grief Whether they know or do not know, they talk Whether in this world one must be a fanatic or nothing Which I should find amusing in any one else,--any one I loved Who has told you that tears can wash away the stains of guilt Whole world of politics and religion rushed to extremes Why should I read the newspapers? Why mankind has chosen to call marriage a man-trap Will not admit that conscience is the proper guide of our action Willingly seek a new sorrow Wine suffuses the face as if to prevent shame appearing there Wiped his nose behind his hat, like a well-bred orator Wiping his forehead ostentatiously With the habit of thinking, had not lost the habit of laughing Without a care or a cross, he grew weary like a prisoner Woman is more bitter than death, and her arms are like chains Women who are thirty-five should never weep Women: they are more bitter than death Women do not always confess it, but it is always their fault Word "sacrifice," so vague on careless lips Words are nothing; it is the tone in which they are uttered Would not be astonished at anything Would have liked him to be blind only so far as he was concerned Yes, we are in the way here Yield to their customs, and not pooh-pooh their amusements You are in a conquered country, which is still more dangerous You play with happiness as a child plays with a rattle You love me, therefore you do not know me You have considerable patience for a lover You are talking too much about it to be sincere You can not make an omelette without first breaking the eggs You must be pleased with yourself--that is more essential You are playing 'who loses wins!' You suffer? Is fate so just as that You ask Life for certainties, as if she had any to give you You must always first get the tobacco to burn evenly You a law student, while our farmers are in want of hands You believe in what is said here below and not in what is done You turn the leaves of dead books You must take me with my own soul! You may know the game by the lair Your great weapon is silence Youth is to judge of the world from first impressions